Mist rising

As the sun sank into a bank of low cloud on the western horizon, the first wisps of mist began to appear on the riverside meadows, soon merging to form a soft amorphous blanket. I realised that exactly eight years ago I'd been walking this same route, and watched the mist rise after  after having said goodbye to our loving and faithful dog, Gemma. I just can't believe it's been that long...