Country Life
THERE was a mist when I went out. The trees along the hollow were enveloped in it but their tops stood clear. Now and again a car came along the road that winds up through the hollow, and I could hear its muffled sound and catch glimpses of the lights that swung and turned beyond the trees. It was a weird scene altogether, for when the moon drifted out of the clouds it lit the tops of the trees and failed to light the hollow. Somewhere in the mist an owl was disturbed and came flapping up and went on over the wood. The moon was obscured again and the grey light faded, but as the speeding clouds passed, the tree tops showed once more. I was fascinated to see how the mist held in the hollow while the wind hastened the clouds so far above. On my way back I walked on a carpet of wet leaves that covered the pa,th through the trees and just as I came to safer ground the moon dived out of sight for good. A great black barrier of cloud had come rolling over to engulf it completely. I crossed the road to my front gate and two or three large drops of rain began to fall. I knew there would be no mist in the hollow by morning, for this was no light shower to whisper across the grass anti then fall silent.
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