Flattened

I drive to work in the dull morning light of winter. A little earlier and the sky in the east was aflame with pinks and reds, but now the sun has crept over the horizon all that is over. A series of images flash past me as my headlights sweep the road and its verges. They are somehow unreal, flattened out by illumination. Through the trees the sky is neither dark nor light. It is wintery.

Normally the images that my headlights catch are released back into the wild almost immediately, but I have stolen this one to share with you.