We took an early, misty walk along the Mystic River this morning, about 3 1/2 miles. The river was beautiful in its mistiness — the sort of mysterious, silken look that misty mornings seem to do so well. I huffed and puffed and shared some thoughts with Cia and she with me, but mostly we were silent as we strode for more than an hour through the muggy mist.

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