chasing the sun as it falls
A beautiful sky, a beautiful light. I grab my camera , dither to find my coat and put on my boots. And the magic is gone. Or nearly. Just the other side of the trees I can still see it. Glints of gold pierce the dark undergrowth and vertical trunks. If I go round.? I march through the fields racing the falling sun hoping to catch it on the other side. I round the corner. It has gone.
The sky is still beautiful and the light catching the underside of the clouds too. But it is not what I was chasing.
Next time…