Loud Sing Cuckoo! Or -- Penguin?

This morning as a I made my coffee, the view from the kitchen window was only identifiable because I knew what it was. It was nearly all charcoal with a few folds of pewter and one silver triangle where the sky reflected off the water. And a few ducks were already out on it, making a ripple that caught the tiny bit of light. Winter is coming! Time shift is this Sunday.