Living at the sea

At a sea of fog. The fog covers the ground and is heavy hanging over the lake. I wait for lifting of the fog, when the sun comes through and the wind,too. The lake will be ready again, open and uncovered. Then it´s time:

I MUST GO IN, THE FOG IS RISING (Emily Dickinson, americ. poet, 1830-1886).

The fog is touching the ground (Pic: Chris P.)

The fog covers the reed (Pic: Chris P.)

The beachpark in grey (Chris P.)

In between land, lake, fog and shafts of sunlight (Chris P.)