The evening came as a welcome lull in a fine opera for many, but some like me, it was a time where gloom took birth. As the light drains away there is barely enough even for shadows. Whether I like it or not the darkness comes and under it everything in this city is hidden. Dusk comes sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind soft grey clouds.
The street takes on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view fades to blackness and the night begins.
The trees are crazy silhouettes against a newly silver sky, its blue hue almost gone until dawn. Their branches sway in the wind, creaking into the gusting air. The first sound of the nocturnal animals comes, a hoot of an owl, a rabbit taking cover in the hedgerow.
Sighing, I shak
