This morning I got to see the mist in the willows for the first time. Mist has been one of my favorite words for many years now. It is so much better than fog, fog, FOG. Which reminds me, I'm collecting words now to use in poems (which won't be very often.) Well, back to the subject, the white sun was well over the horizon and made the mists glow. I love it when the sun makes the mist glow orange, but not in this situation. That would just ruin the cool-toned scene. Mists and willows fit so well together. I was going to walk through the mist and the willows, but then my dad called me. Today was The Beast's birthday. My grandparents came over to celebrate it. I wrote another page of my book. That is all I have to say today.