Misty damp days

The mist is everywhere.
In each direction I look the horizon has disappeared.

The bush is unusually silent.
The valleys below are filled with cloud.

Occasionally even the Hut is enveloped in soft, damp mist and cloud.
Life in a cloud is so gentle and quiet, it is almost like dreaming.

The only real sound are the numerous calls from happy frogs.
Happy frogs make for a smile on my face.
The frogs have been busy on any open water, the cycle of life goes on.