Rounded, billowing turrets were surrounded by stately “walls” of cumulous clouds. Preceding this portrait lay a protective moat, wispy mists dancing like specters across the icy waters in front of the cloud castle.
Who knew that grey could be so beautiful?!
Doing my usual 50 jumping jacks didn’t seem quite dignified before such majesty, so I only did 20 before continuing on my morning walk along the Lake!