Toward the end of the day, the light took on that mystical quality when a storm might come. dark skies, but with an eerie light that seems to be directionless, making everything lighter than you think it should be. The distant mist across the water slowly crept closer and at one point I wondered how it could have got so close so quickly.
By then everyone had left and we were the only ones there. Just us and this magical moment. That in itself gave pause for thought. Like animals that ran for cover, did the vanished visitors know something we did not?
It was at this particular moment that we felt the imposing presence of nature. Beautiful. But impartial.