> ~Wolfspirit
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> Thanks for your response under the 'Colour Poll' stuff... I'm glad you liked it. ~soft smile~ I love to write... about just about anything (accept non fiction like reports and journalism and stuff; I'm no good at that at all). You mentioned the description of the first snowfall (which is interesting, were verging on the first -real- snofall here and now where I live.) and have given me an idea so... here goes I guess. ^_^
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> ~*~The frost had been on the feilds many mornings before that day... but the color, now, of dawn was different... the air was an increment cooler, crisper, the cold diamond hard with a fresh sharpness that surpirised every sense as one stepped out a door into the gentle wind. Everything was white... the bare, harsh shapes of the leafless trees muted and softened by the new snow. Costrasting sharply with the new palor was the shadow green of the spruce against the smooth cover of thick, white clouds that shrouded the morning sky. In the air hung a welcome quiet, the snowfall silencing the last echoes of noisy summer and autumn wind, and everything was still. More still than the standing stones and spectral cathedrals of old Europe, even more still than the phantasmal tide of clouds before a storm.
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> ~Raven~


That's lovely. Mmmm. You know, you've got two great descriptions of clouds there -- shrouds and tides -- and I've never really thought about the kind of clouds that appear in the winter sky. There's 2 that I can recall... The thin, wispy types high in the atmosphere, when the sky is a clear cold icy blue; and then the roiling turmoil of gray when the heavens are overcast in shrouds. I honestly can't remember what the winter sky looks like, in that fleeting period between the chilly blueness and the arrival of the storm...