Fog covered much of the country last night and this morning.
Cows emerged from the fog, dreamlike.
Last night, as I watered the cows, I could see them moving about on the hill, ghostly tendrils of heads and tails and new calves. Yet my eyes felt as if smoke clouded my face.
It was eerie, and amazing, all at once.
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Thank you, Emily! The fog was so amazing I had to capture it.