Rolling storms race across the landscape with just a hint of back-lit colour in the sky. Occasionally, the fast moving clouds break to scatter light on the almost black sea and rocky shore. Winter winds push the sea relentlessly against the resistant lands. Dallas Road walkers move swiftly, hoping for a brighter tomorrow. However, I am caught at the surfs edge, transfixed by the possibilities in these moving greys, broken by long and short dashes of white. Is it today yet?