I found myself at Second Home Nature Center this morning with about 20 minutes to kill, so I quickly headed out onto the Hemlock Hollow and Bog Trails. The thick fog from the river by my house was a little thinner at the nature center, more of a mist.
No one had yet walked either of these trails, so I broke through countless spider webs. I spent much of my short walk flailing my arms and wiping my face, but I would not be deterred by the webs (or the deer flies or the humidity). I paused briefly on the bog platform to look out over the lake.
Because I've spent my entire life playing, walking, and working at Second Home Nature Center I tend to take it for granted, but this morning the mist magically transformed a landscape I know inside and out to something more exotic, a glimpse of something wilder.