Janey...
The distant mountains are shrouded in mauve and grey, a heavy pewter sea is shot through with sunlight
Beverley...
The wet of an unvarying grey sky seeps into the scarcity of daylight like damp towels in a cold bathroom.
Helen...
I love this foggy stillness and the way the blurry shapes of sun and moon remind me they’re still there.
Jane...
Cold air on our cheeks. The moon a watery lantern coming and going. Up above, long cloud banks make islands of the grey hills.
Kit...
Along single track roads greasy with muck, crows sit up in their bare arboreal flats like dull Christmas ornaments.
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