Silvern Voices Tuning Rills

Walking into work early on a cold, windless November morning, a few notches above dawn, the brake lights on cars still making small neon punch holes in the day, everything is...silvern. Which is not exactly as it plays out in the Ode to Newfoundland, not that I know how to tune any rills, or could be trusted to recognize such an activity. But the word seems apt for that mother-of-pearl cast and silver slant of early winter light that keep the sky, and the world, a nice way from dingy.
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