He knew the end was near. He knew the finality of Friday. He read the last chapter before it was written. He heard the final chorus before it was sung. Each step calculated, deliberate, pre-meditated.  (Max Lucado)

Last Night Mist By Novijka.I know how you feel little duck/Swan or whatever you are.

Gosh I LOVE 'filmset' paths of illuminated mists, courtesy of the Full Moon in the winter woods #pixiecrystals

A Quiet Cheer for Solitude

Foggy Moonlit Forest, Perfect for a stroll into the silence every step guided by the moons light.