The Beauty of Nature

When I pulled the curtain this morning, there it was: A thick wall of fog. It was fairly magical to behold, I must say. The early hours of sunrise, and this white veil covering all.
Rune cried out in astonishment, he was very thrilled to go to school with all this fog around.

Before we set off, I pointed out a spider’s web, built like a pyramid, covered in morning dew’s beads and fog’s pearls. So beautiful. Rune was in awe. All the way down to school, we spotted those spider’s webs, one after the other, big ones and small ones, thin ones and thick ones – all covered in beads and pearls, glistening in the pale morning light, all draped and woven in hedges, shrubs and grasses alongside the road.

At school, I kissed Rune goodbye, and set off again, choosing the long way home, just to enjoy the beauty of nature. The Long Way leads through rural country, with meadows, cornfields and horse and cattle pastures. As I rode, I felt tiny droplets of fog clinging to my eyelashes, to my eyebrows and face. Even the tips of my shoes started to look kind of humid. I looked out for the lonely hare in the only lush meadow I pass there – the grass was glistening greyish white, but alas, no hare to be seen. You can’t have it all, now can you? There were a couple of chiffchaffs though, accompanied by a single wren that flung its inspiring song into the sky.

As I am writing, the sun is pushing the fog away. No more beads and pearls to be seen. But the sun brings this warm, golden gleam to all that was wet before – and thus brings another kind of beauty to the world.

I really do love nature.