Foggy morning on the river. Painting

Early-early morning, nature is just waking up, yawning softly after a savory sleep. The river is freed from the gentle fog, as if throwing off a soft blanket, which is carried away by the sky, dissolving upward. The first rays of the sun have already broken through from behind the tall forest in the distance, they have already shone, scattering with soft light in the outgoing fog, painting it with a delicate pastel color. Soon the rays of light will push the fog completely from the river, play in full force, encouraging the awakening greenery around. Quiet, quiet, no splash, no ripples on the river emerging from the fog.