It occurred to me that I have not always seen the beauty of fog, until one morning, on which I took a walk in the very early hour of the day. It was a particularly cold, grey and densely foggy November morning. The whole neighborhood quarter where I live has been covered by fog since couples of days.
Fog sharpens my senses. Colours appear brighter, sounds seem clearer. Fog softens the edges of everything. Its transformative power gives the city a fairy touch. Familiar paths are transformed into an unfamiliar realm. Everything immerses in the fog and feels new. The air is heavy with fog, silvery amongst the trees. I can feel the damp air on my face.
The light is soft and diffused, intensifying the colour of the leaves; they glow in bright colorful hues with a sprinkling of yellow. Autumn is bold bursts of color that leap from every corners of the landscape, even the urban landscape. It is golden, yellow, fiery red, bright orange and rich chocolate brown, and a faded green as reminding of late summer.
I can watch pale light shimmer between bending branches. Weak, watery sunlight that penetrates the skeletal trees. The twinkling dew clings to the cold grass. The wind rustled in the trees, made them sway, and water drips from the tree’s branches. The fallen leaves crackled under my foot.
The autumn has indeed cast a magic spell on the city. There is a unique mystery to a foggy November morning. For me, it was a quiet and meditative start to the day.
Wishing you cosy and enchanting autumn days.
Graciously,