The days have been thick with fog. The air has been saturated with tiny droplets of water. It gives me the feeling that I am on a trek on a high mountain top up in the clouds. I hear high-pitched notes of golden-crowned kinglets ringing through the mist as I walk down the path. My visual awareness is drawn nearer to me. I tune into the shaggy moss carpeting the trees. They are in love with the moisture that is bathing the landscape. To my wonderment, spider webs beaded with water are magically revealed. They are stretched across the moss like tiny tarps or strung up like hammocks. I looked closely to find the spiders and I couldn’t find them. They were tucked away spinning dreams in the tranquility of winter’s green.