You hollow skull, what has your grin to say,
but that a mortal brain, with trouble tossed,
sought once, like mine, the sweetness of the day,
and strove for truth, and in the gloam was lost.
~ “Faust”, Goethe.
There was a frost, but it was remarkably still and there was no wind. There was a clear, starry sky. The full moon was bathing the earth in soft silver light.