The early evening air is full of flying ants. The sunlight catches their wings so that at first the ants, in their uneven flight, resemble thistle down.
A single stem of lavender swings in the still evening air as though it is moved by the wind. A bee has just left it for another.
From my Dictionary of Common and Uncommon Sense: Even when they have stopped clocks are right twice every 24 hours. But not for long.