Fleeting

Spent far too much of the day wrangling a late assignment that had been submitted in the wrong format; too bad it didn't leave me much time for the actual marking.

After a drab grey day I saw some light appear on the chimney pots opposite and thought it might presage a nice sunset to be viewed from the Shore. But a touch of pale apricot on that cloud was as good as it got; before I'd even got my shoes on it had vanished.