A Rare Fog

A chorus of birdsong breaks the silence across the beautifully still water. In the distance, a black swan is gracefully meandering the lake. Sumptuous and thick is the white fog blanketing the land. I have only ten minutes and finding a pleasing composition is proving more difficult than anticipated. I want to stay. I want to sit and watch the birds go about their tireless tasks. They are different to me. They do not have more pressing matters at hand and so the misty scene remains.