Kilted walk in the mist.

[Highlander31]

This time of year, we get a mixture of fog and rain. The cliffs where I walk in the mornings become almost magical when filled with the mist and the sound of the surf crashing on the rocks below. This morning was one of those mornings. On days like this, I prefer to wear the great kilt instead of my tank. My nine year old asked me one day why I like the great kilt for these mornings. I explained it was comfortable, but the main reason was it just feels right to wear it in the mist. His response was "Dad, it looks right too." Having said his peace, he headed off to play Fable on his computer.

My only companion on the path this morning, turned out to be a white tailed deer.

I didn't carry a camera today, but I have posted a couple of photos from a similar morning.