I’m not going to post today.Â I worked late, so there’s just no time.Â It was almost 9:30pm when I left, and the sky was still reddish in the west!Â I somehow missed observing the transition from dark at 6pm to still light at way-too-late-to-be-leaving-work o’clock.Â And yet, here we are in May, the month next to the month with the longest days.Â And here we are in England, which, I suppose, is important information, because despite being from Canada, I am now significantly further north than I was when I was a child.
I wished I’d had my camera with me, my really good camera, to get a shot of the twilight over the fields, and then the glow of the streetlamps in the blossoming horse-chestnut trees and the periodic illuminated patches on the sidewalk below.
There’s something magical about artificial light on certain evenings.Â It’s electric in the rain, but differently energizing on a clear spring evening. I wanted my camera to eat it up, the light passing through exuberant foliage, the shadows on new and old bricks, the almost-darkness and the carefree young people coming back from dinner or going to a party.
In my imagination tonight, of course, those young people are not stressed over exams or roommates or money, and they are not coming from or headed to an assignment crunch session.Â They are carefree, I tell you.
But I didn’t have my camera with me so there are no photos, and I find I’m having a tendency to ramble aimlessly, so it’s a good thing I’m not posting anything tonight.