Evensong

I look forward to that time of day here, just after 7.00 pm, when the light Shakespearianly thickens and the birds, the ones on Upper East Coast Road particularly, get together in conference. If I happen to be on the way home with the missus, with a cup of tea and various bits of kueh warming the innards, that time invariably transcends whatever troubles the day has thrown my way.

Such was the case this evening. For which I give thanks.