Silver

A turn on the step from the garage; and looking westwards the whole sky was silver, a beaten metallic, soft, almost fragile.  The bare branches were motionless against the pale sky, a black feathering as thick as the stars.  

I suddenly realised late this afternoon that the season is winding down, or rather accelerating towards the winter.  Bitterly cold this afternoon, a keen wind from the north that has brought snow to many places apparently.  Here it has been wet and cold all day.  There was a sharp edge to the wind and the temperature in the courtyard didn't rise above about 5c all day.  Walking the dog down the toll road at dusk the sky was clearing; it could be cold here tonight.