A quiet start to the day in a misty Scottish town.
Went out for a walk through Dalry this morning. Thick fog, hardly anyone about. The whole place felt still.
The old stone buildings looked different in the mist. The church came into view slowly, like it was waiting. Leaves were stuck to the pavement, and the air smelled damp and fresh.
I didn’t go far, just followed the streets and took my time. It was quiet enough to hear the breeze in the trees and the odd bird now and then. Everything felt calm. No rush, no noise, just a good way to start the day.
