Today’s word is stour. Stour, as a noun, is a layer of dust or any fine powder; it’s also a fuss, disturbance, strife, conflict. As a verb, it means to run, rush, swirl, rise up in a cloud. And, for weather, it means storm, tempest, wild, blizzard, snowstorm. We have a ton of words in Scots for the weather, which is fantastic if you’re a meteorological geek like Jez and me)
Here’s another quick wee response to the prompt (taken from Running The Asset):
Elle apent hir een, the smeekie-blae deepths cleekin wi Adam’s. He hud ainly ivver seen at colour it sea, richt afore a deidlie stour. An hit ainly mint ane thing, tribble.
And now in English.
Elle opened her eyes, the smokey-blue depths locking with Adam’s. He had only ever seen that colour at sea, right before a deadly storm. And it meant only one thing, trouble.
I can’t resist adding what jumps into my head whenever I say or hear the word stour–or see actual stour, which we’ll pretend I don’t see too often. 😉