Mid morning the other day

I was driving between homes and the clouds where waking up late just like me. The mist must have been heavy last night as it was mid morning and the clouds where just getting up, like over slept teenagers or dopey old dogs.
The slowly rising vapour left a trace of it's path on the dew sodden webs all lit up by the mid morning sun. There where thousands of webs in the pine trees thickly clustered like fairy lights.
At a time of day that is usually blanched by the watery sun of winter this slow rising morning was at this moment surreal.


Crystal prisms hanging in the air.