Dusk, Part Two

Remember when I mentioned the beautiful dusk the other day? I'd used a random picture of the sky that day because I hadn't had the chance to take one myself... But today I did.

Beautiful, isn't it?

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Eleonora Duse

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Dusk

...and then I looked out the window at 17.00 and realised the sky had a glow to it that wasn't there at the same time of day just a week ago. The days are starting to lengthen and that fills me with hope. Every year, the moment I realise the days are lengthening - even just a little bit, something magical happens. It never fails.
It's that quiet feeling called Perfection.