Ah, a foggy, gloomy day at Frances Slocum. Misty, not a breath of a breeze, an immense stillness covers everything. In short, natural beauty at its finest.
So many people only venture into the woods when the conditions are “right”: When it’s sunny and balmy.
Granted, it’s beautiful then, but it’s just as beautiful — and in a myriad different ways — when the sun vanishes, the rain arrives and the gloom gives a special flavor to the light.
Deer appear magically out of the mist and then ascend apparently bodily into heaven. Just a glimpse of the brush of a red fox sends a thrill to you.
The raindrops cling, drip and glisten and make magic the bare boughs.
All, all is nature at its finest. It’s just a shame that it is seen by so few.