Silver and Gold Days

Grace was right about the silver and gold days. We woke at her house on Christmas eve morning and watched rocks, pier and seabirds emerge from the freezing fog. They disappeared again as quickly, as though they had never existed.

As we walked the seafront I became transfixed by the reflection of a brightening sun on the pewter water, the land behind us nestled in snow. The land in front of us invisible in the fog.