On the way home. Late Afternoon. Autumnal sun. Blooming clouds, still, over the cooling towers. White line of steam from the brewery chimney. Glinting light from car rooftops, shining tarmac, the flanks of birds flying over head/across the road.
Then later, the sun lower, throwing long shadows of trees over freshly ploughed fields. Silhouettes of birches over the sloped end of a field – rounded shapes in the brown earth where the harrow has been, like an engraving.
Then lower still as it slowly starts to dip behind Bradgate Park. It tints and colours the few clouds in the sky. Long stretched out fingers across the horizon, golden lines slowly turning darker as evening gets closer.