Momentum gathers. Silent rumbles are only evident through observation - feverish stealth shown in the texture and strain of the swirling wisps. Grey huddles of density curdle their passage behind prettier hues, ready to unleash their true ferocity on the land and sea below.
Evening pinks glow across the sky in a streak of optimism for future days. Their solidity provides an unusual backdrop for indigo puffs to chug across the foreground - ink stains leaving cool watermarks on the warm hues.
Huge petals open as the sudden light of sunrise breaks through the fog to take the closed buds by surprise. They unfurl delightedly to the warming rays and extend their lengths over the bay.
Softly batting wings advance ahead of their heavier counterparts. Seeming to lead the way at first but appearing frozen in their journeying as the breeze dips and they hang suspended between headland peaks - an angelic bird that never lands.
Bags are packed, scarves tied and coats fastened, all set for the off. The journey is a swift one as they pick up speed in the tail wind and great barrels of snow advance across the sea.
Densely packed fleeces nestle on the mountain tops having earlier made a snow-white bed to bide their time. Like all winter coats, they are impervious to storms, gales and gusts - just collecting more thickly to protect their silver linings.
Indigo mingles with deep sepia as wave-reflections contend with snowy bundles in the howling sunset gales.
Snowy swirls flow across the bay, their pregnant hues transforming skies as they mingle with advancing storm clouds that roll in with the waves.
Swirling fog swoops as far as the sea, blinding and making the world timeless. Sunrise, sunset and impending rain are determined by lightening and darkening grey opaque - with just faint splashes of colour if you look close enough.
Layered beauty covers the mountain tips as different weights juggle themselves between forceful gusts to try and get comfy. Their full-figured curves are accentuated with each blast of air but they don't like the uninvited interference. Annoyance begins to show in their purple-tinged curls and they start to protest.
Those protests go largely unnoticed by those breezy bullies and the buffeting continues until support gathers from another layer. The low hanging boughs, oft passed by, stretch limbs and part enough to let the setting sunlight sparkle across them. The element of surprise is a unifier as that low cloud seduction attracts breath-taking admiration in the evening glow.