Monday, December 24, 2007

Mist In The Valley


I suppose it would have been nice to have had a snowy, or at least a frosty, scene for Christmas. But when Amy and I went for our walk this morning, Christmas Eve, all we saw was sunshine and mists. The mists clung to the valley bottoms as though they were almost afraid. The hills seemed to rise out of a calm and cloudy sea. It was a delightful morning.
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