Folded Hills

There was a hint of chilliness in the air early this morning.  This gave rise to a slight haziness over the distant hills and mountains.  The dog and I headed to the Meadowbank Station Bridge relishing the clear sky and clean air.  The sun rose over the hills to the east of our route and touched the lower slopes of the Meadowbank Station hills with gold.  The summer grass on those hills looked like beige and golden velvet.