Gill McGrath©
I wasn’t looking for the sun. I wasn’t expecting to see it at all because of the thick grey cloud which had been clinging tightly to the spot where it usually arrives on time; the bit I keep my eye on. A strange brown light suddenly filled the room. Outside the air looked orange. Grabbing the camera I ran up stairs to find the sun. No sun; I had missed it, but its red trail was disappearing swiftly behind the fir tree across the way and leaving a strong orange glow in the air between here and there. Through the window on the opposite side I could see it throwing a wide ribbon of bright orange light all over the fields at the end of the road; lancing the roof tops, lighting up the windows, dancing through the tops of trees, sprinkling its dust on anything in its wake; orange, bright as fire glow; for two minutes. This is the best I could do before it suddenly ran out of breath, switched off…….
Gill January 27 4.35pm