Silence. A lot of silence and idleness. Fog floats over water, creeps on shore and between the trees. It muffles early morning sounds. Jumping fish and bird calls are almost muted. The light is matt, the rising sun not yet visible. Rays are trying to peek here and there, all is subdued by the white blanket. The water is warm, the air a slight chill. Rising and climbing, the sun approaches. The veil recedes, clarity takes over. White vaporizes into shining brightness. A new perfect day has begun.