21.11.12

The rays of morning light trickling through the trees, illuminating the fog were incredibly beautiful this morning.

I could see the puff of breath, belonging to a man who was out for a morning walk under the canopy of leaves still clinging for dear life to the branches in the last of Autumn.

I imagined that the fog was made up of warm breath from people who had braved the cold already. That was a pretty gross thought so I decided it was the Earth exhaling in response to the morning glow.

It helped that breakfast was a strawberry and coconut omlette.