The leg has been getting stronger so this evening I walked to pick up the bus at the edge of town.
The sun had gone down by the time I set out but on the way to the forest a powerful sunset was still being acted out. A walker on such an evening could only feel part of its strength-giving unstoppable progress. Shades of salmon pink were washing across the small cluster of spongy clouds high up in the west, sunlight was still playing gently up there as the dusk settled around me.
Who designed this, painted it, wrote the choreography?
Performances daily, almost everywhere, no ticket required, dress optional.