my foggy woods

some people see a grey, foggy morning.. but i see it as an opportunity to go outside before sunrise & walk into my woods.. to me, it's hauntingly beautiful.. the air is thick & carries sound differently.. it layers itself upon each foot fall of the deer.. my woods are in a bit of a valley and when the pond overflows, it creates a stream that meanders down.. the abundant slate & rocks turn it into a babbling brook.. the dip in elevation & the water - give the fog a hesitation.. the fog lingers till the sun crests the hill & slowly burns off.. my woods are nearly magical..