The Beauty in Fog

I was recently out early morning.  It was a beautiful foggy morning

one on which I need not hurry.  So, I took my

trusty camera and headed to the 

wharf. 

I saw birds I didn't know.

I found things I hadn't seen.

I heard ....nothing.

My senses, each keen.

I looked about at the fishing boats,

more closely than I had before.

I wanted to check out the Wharf 

at low tide . It's the lowest this time of year. 

I wanted to see more, in this mysteries view,

but the fog began to roll once again.