This is the reason why it is worthwhile getting out of bed at 6am on a very nippy autumn morning. Seeing eerie swirls of other-wordly mist in the valley is the best way to start the day.
Just when you think sunrise couldn’t get any better, the slightest pink blush appeared in the sky, ever so faint, and only momentarily, but it was there.
Tonight, twenty minutes short of twelve hours later, a deep shade of orange appeared in the sunset sky, And is that the moon is see glowing in the sky to the right of the mountain?
“Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells, In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
The pines (palms?) were roaring on the heights, The wind was moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light.” ~~ J.R.R. Tolkien