Sketchbook Journal... The Mist & The Fox..

6:00 am
Sept. 27th 2010
Kettle Moraine Forest

6:00 am monday morning, it's quiet here.. The only sound I hear is a woodpecker drumming very softly on a large fallen tree and some crows cawing off in the distance... The sun is shining, but there is a mist creeping in and starting to enclose everything in its path... after a few minutes of quite solitude, I am startled by the crows flying over, causing a ruckus over a fox that has quickly run past the tree line, into their view, the crows swoop and dive at the fox, who never stops to look, just keeps running until he is at the edge of the thick woods, where he stops for a moment, just to take a glance back at the crows...


The mist is getting thicker and soon everything is covered by a opaque blanket of fog..
  It's chilly now and there is a very slight wind, causing the leaves to fall from the trees and spiral down to the ground. I warm my fingers around a cup a tea.. Pondering Autumn..


The sun has faded, as the fog has crept over it also, and the sunny day starts to turn grey... I feel lonely now, and wonder why the cloudy, misty grey days make me feel that way...


Do I need the warmth of the sun, on my skin to make me feel different? Yes... the warmth makes me feel like a hug, enclosing me in its warm rays. As I sit a little longer in this misty solitude, thinking about the sun, the fox, the mist and my need for warmth.. The fog starts to fade away, as the suns rays become stronger and burn off the mist.. as I look at the trees, the still slightly hazy sun shines through the branches casting rays of sun over the quiet forest, and I feel warm again..

The sun stayed out all day, and the mist did not return again.. The fox is still in the woods, and I feel hugged by the warmth.. xo Juli