School Run

Cold this morning. Had to rush indoors and get water to throw on the windscreens. As with yesterday, the winter dawn was luminously spectacular above the snaking headlights and house/tree silhouettes: broad velvety swipes of maroon, burnt orange, lilac, vanilla. An apocalyptic confectionary. 'A shepherd's warning', said my wife. 'What?', came our son's slightly worried voice from the backseat.