Grey wednesday

The wild days of the wind have morphed into a sullen silence, a grey pall lowers the sky and I waited in vain for the snow topped Pyrenees to burst into coral pink as the rising sun hits them. There was the hint of blue sky but Señor Sun did not appear

I had to settle for this view from the top floor window, over the village, to the white peaks in the far distance. Ah well, perhaps another day the sun will be more accommodating.