Misty Mornings

The fog was palpable when I stepped outside, a mist on my naked skin.  Like soft rain hanging in the air, clouding up my eyes.  The air was warm and the fog damp while we smoothly walked along.  The spiders had been busy spinning webs last night and everywhere I looked I saw them glimmer in the light.  They've cocooned my flowers and strung between branches with beads of foggy water clinging to.  It was raining under the trees, listen to the drops falling from one leaf to another as the condensation rolled down towards the ground.  The stork stood tall but faint in the river, feet in the water, head cocked, listening for fish?  The couple ducks swam round in and out of the invisible visibility line.  Orange and brown leaves floated down from nowhere, like fish in the sky drifting on the air, down to my feet.