The other shore disappears and even the drips of water on the ends of branches drop off quietly.
I love those days. It's a bit like Keats mellow mists of Autumn have got misplaced somehow or the calendar is out of sync with itself.
But then the day opens up ... the last snow is still on the hills (we've not had much snow down here) and there's a wonderful colour in the sky.
A mist lifts off the mountain - it's almost like the trees are steaming