Grey, wide skies. The weight of winter long laid down, all expectations, all possibilities, at an end.
An elderly man, who knows he is nearing the end of his life, reflects on his past, and particularly on his marriage, which is now in its fifty-third year.
That's two sentences! But nevertheless an interesting beginning. It sounds like the directions on a screenplay. You could perhaps take out that final comma.
ReplyDeleteQuite Larkinesque.