the morning after
So I was lying in bed last night listening to what sounded like a force 10 gale blowing around my tiny little block of flats, when I noticed little clouds scudding across the sky. "Hm," I said to myself, "I shouldn't be able to see that". So I had a bit more of a look and, indeed, stars were winking at me through the window.

This morning it's dry, it's clear and the sky is blue, with buttery yellow winter light. Now if only it holds out ...