Winter out in the Everglades means one thing.
Fog.
The morning drives are like creeping through a hushed landscape. It's quiet and slightly eerie. Now and again the outline of the cattle out in the pastures will appear and a peek of sunlight tries to muster through the dense clouds. I always feel as if I am the only one here, with no one around for miles and miles.
You live in a very unique area. I'm glad you're embracing it.
ReplyDeletesometimes I like that feeling :)
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