Foggy morning

Happy Easter to you. Christ is alive.

A misty morning first thing, a little drizzle from time to time and no sign of the sun until later. As I walked on the quiet Trail I realised I missed the little Easter Dawn services we used to have on a hill overlooking Halifax. I doubt that the tiny, freezing cold, congregation who used to come would share my feelings. On reflection, I suspect they mostly came out of loyalty. Or entirely.