On this cold and dreary January afternoon, a thick mist begins seeping from the forest. It engulfs the trees, crawling as if a living entity as it goes along. Does it seem a little colder than usual? Perhaps it’s the crisp breeze that accompanies the intangible force.

It steadily makes its way clear of the trees but ominously enough, comes to a stop as if pondering its next move.

Rain on the horizon maybe.