Sliver glitter on tarmac
We are late today. Coming via the shop, the light is fast waning. The moon is up, overshadowed by clouds. Silver glitter sprinkles the tarmac on the car park. We cross the road, frozen snow crunching beneath our feet. The avenue of trees lining the track give shelter from the chill wind. The sky is midnight blue above, and the path flickers between shadows and shade, black of night with gleams of snow and ice. Dogwalkers exchange greetings as they hurry past, eager to escape the cold. The burn chunters away by the side of us, full with melted snow. The sky starts to dance once again with snow, whirling down. Homeward bound now, we step swiftly on, hoping to race the weather.