the rich morning air

rushes past my face today

forgot my helmet

Cold greasy river

Bridge Caff. Bacon cloud sizzles

Where to lean my bike?

Fog, like a filter,

hides what I see this morning.

What am I missing?

Fresh mown grassy knoll,

Morning fog draped like fine down.

Reflections wander.

Like fresh spun cotton,

Morning fog lays topping the

Sprouts of fall harvest.

Capricious coyot

Bounding across the morning

field. Free as the wind.

Weather change coming.

Clouds gathering, mist/fog cling.

Just smell the moisture!

Dew twinkles, glistens.

Laves shimmer in gentle breeze.

My summer mornings.

Cold air, warm ground; fog.

Translucent, thick, pea soup, thin.

Early summer morn.

Roadside daisies rise,

Morning fog blankets the field;

Sunshine here at last.