Mists and mellow....

Oh, from whence did the spell that has stolen my senses and left me simple, standing in the quiet mists of morn, come from?
In what strange and arcane cauldron did 'witches three' brew the heady mixture to steal my heart and render me so beguiled?
From misty rise to sodden and spiderweb laced hollow does this witchcraft hold sway. Most wondrous and magical world, such beauty, such whimsical delicacy, enough to befuddle and waylay poor old me.

The sun soon pulled away the veil and made all sensible again, to my slight disappointment. In the early morning mists such promise of more magic is cast....

I did not forget anything today so off to work and then the climbing wall.

:)