Summerdusk

One of those suburban late June evenings when you can sit out long after the sun has gone. Or as Shelley put it

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere
Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray,
And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair
In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day


Not that I'm a poetry scholar; I just googled until I found something that seemed to sum up a summer dusk.


The days are curiously languid at the moment; must be the weather and the lifestyle. A day in the office does not exactly leave you pumping adrenaline. Scout of course, seen here in the entrance to the cat cave, does languor rather well...like most cats ...