On opening the curtains first thing this morning, there was a mist.
Hiding half the garden with the occasional tall, dark tree or bush leaves peeping through
I watched as it swirled around, changing the garden into a mysterious place.
Opening the door, I felt it brush my face with a chilly, damp touch.
It seemed to create a silent aura of its own, as the birds sat quietly awaiting the arrival of the morning sun.
To begin their dawn chorus announcing a new day had begun.
The mist slowly filtered away, as I acknowledged the first truly autumnal day.
Winter is on its way.
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