“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.” Olivia Howard Dunbar
I went for a walk just now, darkness was falling, the days are drawing in. The sun had only just set but the light was going very fast. I heard some Black birds sounding their warning cry as they heard my boots against the cement of the footpath, and down the town I heard some dogs barking, the sound carrying up the hill, and for some reason I was transported back to S.India, not sure why, maybe because I would be outside there at dusk a lot more than here, and yes the sound of dogs barking. Nostalgia set in and made me want to look at my many photos of the interesting and very special times I have had there. Smells from freshly lit coal fires filled my unwilling nostrils, for some reason I don’t think that I will repeat my walk at dusk this time of the year, day time is better, that is for sure.