Wenlock Edge

The air was cold and full of a wild energy which got the ravens going and the small birds all of a twitter. The sky bore bands of pink, blue and grey blown horizontally across the wind. Then a massive bank of smoky cloud appeared as if a furnace door had opened, and the first flakes fell like cold ash. There were a few sputtering false starts but, as these steadied, the snowflakes grew with a kind of confidence, each one establishing its own little arctic territory on grass or path or car until the ground was white over.

-- Paul Evans