"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon
Love the mist hanging low on the water. Reminds me of wone of my favorite trout streams in northern Arkansas. Gotta go. I hear my rod and reel calling.