It smoulders now . Like it, I smoulder still.
As it getting dark, I remember that I must cut some chives. Above the garden there is still light enough in the sky to see. I bend to cut the leaves with scissors and lay them in the stainless steel bowl which I have ready, before looking up at what remains of the sunset.
In an article in today's paper I am captivated by a judgment on scientists, which strikes me as unfair if applied to scientists, but fair enough when applied to others, particularly politicians: "Often in error, never in doubt."