Winter has come. Living next to the river, the cold morning temperatures combine with the moisture from the river to create beautiful ice fog.
The fog becomes frost where it finds a place to cling. It’s so delicate just breathing on it causes it to melt.
Everything is in silhouette. There is no sound, no breeze. Just silence.
The sun shines weakly at first, the fog too thick to penetrate. It’s early morning and the angle makes the light a soft yellow.
As the sun rises and strengthens, the yellow becomes more intense until suddenly it shifts back to ‘normal’ as the fog thins.