Thick fog was in the air as my husband and I walked along a closed highway road. Fog horns cried their lonely melancholy song in the distance. And the birdsong kept us company up close. There was much chirping and singing amongst the birds today. It was a cool but not cold walk. Colors were muted and the woods is finally asleep for the winter. Greys, browns, rusts, tans, and varied shades of tired green fill the landscape. The air was heavy and our muted footsteps were silenced as soon as they landed on the ground. I start back to work after a period of time off. Getting in touch with nature is always good for my soul.