Evening Mist

There can be few better feelings than watching the evening mist rise from the river with your son in the evening. The trees, grass, meadows in shadow, and a luminous glow silences the view hanging in utter stillness, but not silent. There is a silver singing there as it hangs in the air. It will be gone soon, its part of its beauty, that you cannot hold on to it, only enjoy it whilst you have it.

In that way, the mist is like sons.....and that they both shine.