Mist hung above the bare soil of the front garden and turned the trees into ghosts, and the tremulous Whoo-woo-woo-woo of an owl was so loud I was sure I must see it.
Looking up I was astonished to see above the tree tops a clear and brilliant sky, thick with thousands upon thousands of stars!
A good-to-be-alive moment, and perhaps the subject for some paintings for an upcoming exhibition....