That light pushed its way through the dusty old textured glass window that I hate and almost made me love it- for a brief moment.
I have always loved that golden end of day light, how it coats everything in its honey gauzy glow.
Outside the weatherboards take on a sharpness...
as strong shadows pop out from the horizontal rays.
The glorious late summer Saturday put itself to bed,
shot a few last rays through the grass seeds...
and kissed the old farmhouse good night
while I sat and had a cold ginger beer to see it off.