These mornings are often foggy, quite common in the Fall. The closeness of it feels like a cocoon, a place to slowly begin getting ready for the coming winter. But the evenings—as energy radiates and temperatures drop—are more often crystal clear, leaving the sky a scrim behind this stage of mine and clouds and silhouetted trees and mountains the scenery in this last act of summer.
Still Learning To See 
Ah, for sure and ye have capture the “gloaming”, John 🙂 Thanks for that lovely mystery.