And the close of daylight on the shortest day; the sun having set behind the main roof of the house on the right and calmly reflecting gentle pink skies a little further south; and a first quarter moon rising bright in the clear sky.
We’ve not had a lot of days like this these last few months, and sunrise this morning saw a familiar pattern: grey skies and little warmth in the sky – albeit with no wind and, therefore, no cold. But the weather slowly improved as the day passed and the clouds lifted, before clearing to the south and west, giving a fireglow sunset of colour and gentle drama.
This is my view from the office – here, south and west with the sun on this day setting several points to the south of west. And, recently, it’s a view that I have been taking in a lot – though I’m not absolutely complaining 🙂 – except with a little less to detain my interest than here, on the day with the longest night.
PS 22 December: As if to emphasise the message that this is the turning of the seasons, I heard a songbird this morning, just after sunrise. Not one of our usual gang of starlings chattering away as they do at sunrise and sunset, but a single bird calling, a little like the song of a blackbird, although that would be unlikely since we don’t see too many of them; or perhaps a redwing – we have plenty of them although its song is rare, so that’s unlikely too. But, whatever it was, its song was pretty, and very welcome at this darkest time of the year. Not quite Hardy’s Darkling Thrush but somewhat in the same vein, at least.
By the way, on blackbirds, see here for evidence that blackbirds, in contrast to the prevailing view that they’re happy to be more or less home birds, do indeed get about enough to need a CalMac island-hopping ticket (without tender, of course).