As dawn approached, an ethereal glow bathed Taransay in pre-sunrise light. The deep blue of the sky was streaked with wisps of pink, clouds racing across the heavens in a hurried dance. A drifting snow shower swept gently across the island, its veil shimmering in the delicate hues of morning.

The snow seemed almost weightless, caught between earth and sky, as though nature herself was painting a fleeting masterpiece. The stillness of the moment was broken only by the whisper of the wind, carrying with it the chill of winter and the promise of a new day