Mist Over the Valley

#hellohalloween Some mornings, the mist rolls through the valley like a living thing — it wraps the trees, softens the river, and gives everything a dreamlike stillness. From the terrace, you can see the hills behind Clonmel hiding and reappearing in the fog. I love how time slows here. Even just standing still feels like part of the rhythm — a deep breath before the day begins. That morning, I didn’t rush. I just watched the mist lift, little by little, until the sky returned to blue.