Driving Into The Mist

I enter the world called "real" as one enters a mist.  ~Julien Green

The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.  ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I know I should not photograph and drive.  But the mist pouring off the river and onto the road was just too lovely to pass up.  The photos do not do the sight justice, of course.  You'd have to have seen the mist coming for you, like the ghosts of so many souls returning to walk through the meadows at this thin time of year.

At one brief point, as I drove through the thick of it, it was difficult to see and I wanted to pull over and soak in that mist for a while.  Had I not had an appointment, I like to think I would have, and communed with the water molecules and whatever else rode through that vapor.