It doesn't last long.
As the sun tops the woods, the fog lifts from the field, and the morning loses some of its mystery.
Water is strung in the brachiations where the spiders have been busy in the night. We see the hill inverted in each globe.
A moment ago we stood entranced by the sunlight expanding through the treetops. Now its golden warmth engulfs us, and we are stunned by the close-at-hand.
Click on the top photograph, then click again. The near can be more astonishing than the far, when we are still enough to know it.
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