Sunset on a Sunday evening
After a long hiatus of rainlessness the lake should dazzle under the setting sun. Camera in hand,I tried a distant view of the sun filtered through the shore trees, the sun a ripe red fruit ,turning to ashes. The sun slowly sank under rows of buildings and a thin red streak glistened on the ripples ,where a water bird swam ,making only the gentlest of the ripples.
The fish sat in the woman’s basket ,on the bank,waiting to be sold, entirely unmindful of the gorgeous sunset.
