Just sitting drinking a coffee, listening to the dozens of bird songs, the foghorn call of the cow next door, and admiring the view around 5:30 this morning. As I watched the sun starting to sparkle on the lake and light up the hills, I noticed the mist nestled down between the island and the other shore. As I was watching it slowly lifted and gently floated up to join the clouds in the morning sky. What a beautiful and wondrous country this is.
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