God, how you mist me

Dawn didn't so much ignite as explode this morning. Sitting in the woods, bedecked in nerdy (yet oddly effective (to a turkey)) camouflage (and yes, I do look better as a bush), I watched the sun light the hillside. The trees are still mostly green, which stunningly sets off the ones that are already blazing with red and orange.

A mist,the ghost of yesterday's rain, hovered just over the trees, turning the sunlight into myriad and dancing beams, almost palpable. On a hillside, I was as dappled as the trees, and it was glorious (the dapplage, not so much me).

So. While I was ostensibly hunting turkey (and humming "kill the wabbit, kill the wabbit!"), I encountered nary a feather nor a cluck...yet I had a great day.

A miserable day outdoors is still better'n this whole workin'-for-a-living thing.