The magic of fog

Although I'm not a morning person, I do like the scenes that can appear on an early morning when it's foggy. On my cycling route to work the cycling path I take passes through some meadows. In between the meadows are some ditches. On cold mornings the moist in the air can create a blanket of fog over the meadows.
A while ago, when I was cycling to work it almost seemed like the power pylons were hovering above the ground.
I really liked the cold, blueish tint of the sky which in the back was slowly coloring orange by the sunset. It resulted in a bit of a mystical atmosphere.