mystic burrow ...

The green grass was weighted down with sparkling dew drops. The dark trees stood in masses as the white mist tried to hide them in its hazy vapor. Seeing a far off was a dark tunnel like hole where the trees parted back to allow for the road I was traveling on to make its way through. Surrounding this mystic burrow, the atmosphere was aglow in a pink and peach radiance that the sage like orange round sun. A fine beginning to a heavy handed day that promises of heat, humidity, and possible rain.