8.30 am I am turning the bend passed wooded bits to the right…….
and getting closer it seems …
……closer towards the sun which is climbing out of a mist. Soft light…..
By 8.32 am The sun starts to disappear. Here it is still a small sliver. Just about visible….. in its own mist!…..
then by my feet ~
a small voice starts to sing
in hill mists still thickening
the bejeweled stinger
now firmly unstrung
from it’s cobweb
unable to sting
and Andrew Marr (‘am’ politics show on the tele)
Gill McGrath ® today. January 4. multiple mist scenes will follow press link