This morning the greyness splintered, albeit only slightly, allowing the pink of dawn to wash the clouds, giving the look of the inside of a shell. Curiously the birdsong was more muted, as though seeing the light made them less keen to sound their voices, preferring a muted chorus to tone with the muted warm tones of the light.
A sunny day, once again emphasising what a difference the glow of the sun makes to both the countryside and the spirit. The clear sky gave an amazing sunset afterglow, as though the whole land were on fire and reflecting from the heavens. That clear sky is causing the temperature to drop again, hopefully the frost will bring with it fog... and I will be late for work in the morning as the camera takes over from clockwatching...
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