Morning Mist

Recently driving up North from North Carolina , on an early morning hour in October , I caught a sight of a staunchly standing lone oak tree in the morning mist .  I felt a nostalgic moment of my travels in south India years ago , where on an early morning the whole mountainside was engulfed in the morning mist and the pasture were playing hide and seek with you . The landscape felt as though was changing constantly because of the partial visibility. I had felt very intrigued and excited about it back then, it felt mysterious  and eire . This was the same feeling I had seeing the lone tree, proudly standing as though  a witness to what had passed through time . I wanted to capture this emotions I felt , and this is result of this attempt . I have drawn this digitally ,