Mist on the mountains. Sunshine filtered by cloud. A slow dawning there was today, and an early dusk. The nights are lengthening. I sit by the estuary for a while, watching the world pass by. Ducks dive in the water. The heron stands stationary, ready to pounce. Ripples as the tide moves in. The smell of salt on the breeze. Somewhere a coot calls, busy amongst the reeds. The sun sinks behind the hills, and the temperature drops like a stone. Heading for warmth, I move on. Steam rising from my mug of tea, I sit by the kitchen window. Watching as darkness settles on the valley. Lights like fireflies dancing. And layer on layer of blue shadows receding into the distance, silhouetted against the starlit sky.