We woke up on Sunday morning to a fog shrouded lake.
Like snow, fog seems brings a new way to experience a place I think I know well.
Without a shoreline, the boat house seemed to float like a ship on a hushed sea.
It was so interesting to stand out on the pier and stare into nothingness,
every sense somehow more alert.
We took our usual morning walk up the road to the point, and as we went the
mist started to slip away.
It retreated west across the lake as the sun got stronger.
And then it was gone!
On our walk we discovered the wall flowers are blooming again.
Spring in January?