Sandcastles

So we head into the final quarter of the year, the blue days and the black nights. I've never been a fan of the departure of the light but it came earlier than I expected last night, this on account of being away for the previous two weeks, and knocked me for six. The darkness creeps up to a point and then it pounces.

A person's sensitivity (i.e. mine!) to the passing of time is most strongly felt when on holiday. When you are enjoying yourself against the clock, the feeling of transience is heightened and that same feeling demands instant reflection, a visceral reaction, when it strikes. Time flies. Butterflies.

No matter who you are, I'd wager that it's impossible to be a constant bundle of delight - even in the glorious sunlight.

But I'd still rather be blue and in the sun than black and out of it!

A picture I took last week has since transformed into a metaphor for time and ...

More soon ...

 I'll leave the caption to you!