There can be nothing blacker than a January night in Shetland.
The deeper you go the blacker it gets. The near black of the road ahead. The just-behind black of the hill. The forever black of what’s above.
And if you’re ever truly out of the light, it’s the cold black you breathe that’s the darkest.
© Shona Main 2012
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People from Shetland may be amused by the title of this post as a Shetland black is a type of potato – best grown by the Budges of Bigton – that is in fact purple.