A Foggy Autumn Morning on the Lake

Up early enough to catch the fog still sitting on the lake. It hung low over the water in a band, so the far shore showed above it and its own reflection showed below, and the middle was just gray. The flag by the water hung straight down in the still air, no wind at all yet.

The trees are partway turned — a lot of green left, but single maples going orange and yellow here and there along the shoreline, and every one of them doubled in the water. A few lights from the houses across the way came through the fog before the sky brightened.

By the time the sun got any real strength the fog was thinning off the surface. The boat at the dock never moved the whole time.