Farms rising out of the morning mist

I never tire of the June mornings. Each day is so different, even though it is the same place. Today I walked up the hill to the morning mist hiding the view below. As I practiced my Tai Chi and enjoyed the sounds of the rushing brook, birds and happy insects, I was swallowed up by the all-encompassing feeling of the life that surrounds me.

The mist slowly lifted, revealing the distant mountains and farms. The fog still surrounding the farms as if they were suspended in air, or a magical lake. Then, as more moments passed, the mist was gone. I was left with a lot of inspiration for the day.

Here are some photos of what I saw, and the inspiration that results from what I see each day.