The morning was cool with a very light mist, the kind you could more see than feel. Looking out across the horizon the light mist danced like faint excited atoms-yet we remained dry. The air was still, the water's surface like glass-not even an insect or fish dared to cause a ripple. Trees gracefully arched over the water's edge projecting lines and pattern onto the watery palette. Lily pads float effortlessly adding a nuance of Monet to the scene above.