It rained all night. Now the ground around me is soaked to the bone. A pale sun rises above the horizon as storm clouds pass on to pastures new. Our star is shallow, high above me. But there is warmth enough pouring through fresh, cold air. In meadows on either side of the road I travel mist rises in growing pockets. It hangs on hill and hedge. My vehicle careers through soft grey eddies lurking in dips and gullies. Bright light is obscured for mere seconds. The Blue dominates. And this fog will be short lived when the sun makes its weary way to its zenith.