Walking in the mist.

…days of slow walking are very long: they make you live longer, because you have allowed every hour, every minute, every second to breathe, to deepen, instead of filling them up by straining the joints. Hurrying means doing several things at once, and quickly: this; then that; and then something else. When you hurry, time is filled to bursting, like a badly-arranged drawer in which you have stuffed different things without any attempt at order.

― Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

What mirrored sun came?
Bright green sprite with angel’s wings-
Katydid touch down.     -k
                                                             

Real Man Walk – Dark Blues Music

But oftner the nights were clear, marvellously lit. Darkness was a pale lustrous gloom. Sometimes the north was silver clear, so luminous that through the filigree of leaf and sapling its glow pierced burning, as though the light were a patterned loveliness standing out against the background of the trees. 

Nan Shepard – The Quarry Wood

A Swan Song For Summer.

The phrase “swan song” refers to a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. Wikipedia.