Follow the sun

A somewhat mad change-over day, as our American visitors left to be replaced by Helena's sister and niece who arrived from Bahrain, via London. A bit of clearing up, a bout of running around town, a bite to eat and then the sun was setting.

I had a few minutes to play with, when I saw the soft setting sunlight escaping from the door to Helena's work room. Her window catches the rays when the sun sets over Rodborough Common. I saw the rich light on and around the glass stoppers on her bookshelf.

This was just what I wanted; a moment of stillness.