A Light Fog Blankets the Land

A light fog blankets the land. An owl hoots gently through the mists. Cats loll in the yard, watching birds and squirrels. Marvelously timeless.

Meanwhile, late to the party, I stagger to the computer, not yet enjoying the benefits of caffeine, and wave blearily at the crowd of already-buzzing commenters.

Morning, Glories!

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