A spell

Hazy day
Turns to blue
As dusk falls.
Circles of illumination
Natural and manmade
Cast a spell over
Emptying streets
Deserted beach
And closed cafes.
The stately clock counts the minutes
Of evening into night
While the moon hangs languidly
Over the seaside town.

Working in London today and various blips cast aside for this quick capture as I drove home from the station along the front at Herne Bay. I like the circles and the light and shade of this, the world's first freestanding purpose-built clock tower, built in 1837.