“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” Tagore
This September’s had more spectacular sunsets than any month I can remember. I’ve done little but stand and stare appreciatively. Looking through the month’s folder of pictures, I found 11 days’ sunsets, each one different, each a memory of an evening spent wandering. (Not a single sunrise; I am clearly not a morning person.)
I’m yearning for one more sunset over the sea.