Misty, that time of year which is itself a threshold, a seam between Autumn and Winter here at Hollybush at the southern end of the Malvern Hills where cool and warm mingle in condensing air full of mystery, foreboding and change; soaking without rain.
‘Twas a misty day on Cringle Moor like smoke it clung to sloping dale. it chilled the still November air and clenched each frozen breath……..’ (A Misty Day on Cringle Moor – Andrew Blakemore 01/01/1966)
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hmmm, nice and misty!
Seductive isn’t it, Misty I mean.
Just been to the coast and got thoroughly damp, I think mist is far better viewed in your photos!
One of my favourite sounds is of a for horn on a coast blackened with fog (mist). Thanks for your comment lovely.