Morning mists hung over the town pond this morning.

And it struck me how few times this summer Storm and I have rambled around the town pond with wisps of fog over the town pond.

I have been doing a morning ramble for more than a decade, first with the late and much missed Flash, and the last few years with Storm, and I don't ever remember so few mornings with a nice mist or fog in a summer.

It's been so hot much of the summer that rarely did those form.

Now we finally get a morning down around 60 or less and, bingo, morning mists form over the 80-plus water.

One of life's simple pleasures, a reward for being up early enough, is the sun coming up red, like a line from Homer--``rosy-fingered dawn''--through the mists out over the pond as Storm and I approach from the gravel road.

From the forecast of a string of late-summer or early-fall type weather, I think we will see a lot of that this week.

It will be a nice break.