A Foggy Winter Morning

The forest is so quiet and still this time of year. Almost lifeless except for the occasional squirrel or small birds that haven't migrated south for the winter.

But mostly, there's a sense of calmness. In the morning when I wake up, I look out the windows of the cabin into the forest. Often there's fog or frost before the sun rises from behind the mountain. It's a magical time of atmospheric depth.