Dusk

I hugged my coat around me and waited a little longer. The fierce red faded leaving the clouds grey against a backdrop of pink sky as the lights from houses on Kings Tableland began to glimmer.

Night was approaching so I walked to my car. Flocks of Cockatoos squawked in the pine trees and flashed white against the darkening sky where early stars glinted like ice crystals.

Photo: Dusk, Jameson Valley

Words to walk with:
From On Australian Hills by Ada Cambridge
“Oh to be there to-night!
To see that rose of sunset flame and fade
On ghostly mountain height,
The soft dusk gathering each leaf and blade
From the departing light,
Each tree-fern feather of the wildwood glade.”