A bleak December morning

This morning as i drove to work the light has changed so much in the Dale that the tree's were silouetted black against grey winter sky as they only are in the month of December . Frost was still on the ground though the sky had clouded up for the coming rain . A bitter damp wind was blowing over the frozen fields as the tree's began to sway , the wind in thier tops . A sense of bleak excitement was abound if that makes sense...