When The Mornings Are Misty

Close to midnight last night Sebastian and I stood at the living room window. There was a heavy mist blanketing everything outside, dulling even the strong light from the street lamps, creating  an atmosphere that only October can conjure. Sebastian said ‘you’ll have to get up early tomorrow…’ He knows all about my obsession with misty mornings.

And he was right. He woke me, saying I needed to hurry up out of bed. I needed to get outside with my camera before the sun burnt away the precious pale haze.

I don’t think Sebastian has ever seen me move so fast. I was up and out of the door in less than five minutes. Taking my usual running route I managed to capture the following moments, before my fingers started to feel numb and my stomach growled at me to break its fast.

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