Although we're not yet even a month past the solstice, the days are already slowly lengthening, most noticeably in the evenings when there's still an afterglow of light in the sky as I'm leaving work. At least that's the case when it's not raining, but the past week has been so wet, dull and dreary that it was impossible to tell.
I finished work earlier today and got home in time to go on a dog walk up the road to the shore.
The sun was already starting its descent and it was a race to get to the coast in time to see it sink
below the horizon.
As the sun disappeared behind the houses, shops and factories of town, a lonesome fishing boat returned to port.
The mudflats were deserted, save for a symphony of feeding birds.
We turned for home, my quest for light satisfied.