Boxing Day, 2am. Snow has fallen.
In six hours, specs will remain. In seven, there will be no trace. Just a secret between me and the nocturnal.
One of my favourite things about snow at night is the way it dampens sound. When it fell, I was the only one awake (animals excluded), and snuck into the attic for a higher view. Where the lack of noise at Kilchattan Bay was deafening, snow simply quashes it. It creates a stillness; not eerie, just quiet.
(The orange glow isn’t a filter, just the light pollution on the snow clouds).
CHECK IN: Things I didn’t think I’d be doing in the new year when this photo was taken? A late night rescue mission for a car with no brakes. Slightly punctured my usual snow-spirit, seeing as we’re also in the middle of a snow week over here, currently sitting with a 4″ fall and more on the way.