Today’s clouds chased the sun westward, revealing a crescent moon and few bright stars above at the close of day. College Hill affords a gentle valley view at late dusk. As the final stripes of light fade to the palest yellow at the horizon, small warm amber and golden squares begin to glow on the darkened hill sides in front of it. The smell of supper cooking wafts in the air when I pass certain houses.
The damp, chilly air feels fresh as it moves across the open space between those hills and the one upon which I amble. Though perhaps achy, the winter here is rarely harsh.
The last light loses its yellow hue, fading to an ethereal blue, garnished by faintly lavender, somewhat shimmery clouds. The day gracefully slips away.