I've gotten in the habit of waking early. When I let Blue out for his morning run, sometimes I'll step out on the east stoop and take a look, just to see if Mother Nature will give me a clue as to what the day holds.
I was intrigued by the early morning fog and watched as it rolled slowly down from the hayfield and into the backyard.
The setting is very reminiscent to one of those old horror movies I watched as a teenager. I can almost imagine vampires or werewolves lurking behind the trees...
But the scariest thing around is one big fat cat, who is still guarding his almost-dried-up catnip.