The high road from the coast is a highwayman's dream layers of black on black; sea, hills, sky sooty clouds masking fading moon frozen silhouettes of rock and tree caught in passing headights a coalface of night winter's teeth bites and bites again
The sky is light dove grey. Not just light but light - lifting winter off the earth. Taking the strain for the snowdrops to lift their heads and nod at the moon resting on tattered feathers of cloud.