Sometimes, the Light.

Weird light tonight. Early May, 2020

Another winter under the belt, I muse.

The sun is gradually setting higher in the evening sky.

But, she is having a bit of trouble this evening. She doesn’t want to go to bed at all. Resisting like a toddler, poking her blonde head up off the horizon for one last look before nightfall.

All the evening birds celebrate her reluctance.