still waters

Been a beautiful day today, and suddenly it’s sunset, rich in golden hues. The sun retreating to the southern end of Arran, poured out like golden oil over the still waters. Bleating of sheep and the occasional seagull’s cry disturb the quietness. Darkness falls more quickly now, swallows and early bats pass each other in the dwindling light. Another day has passed, night comes when no man can work…

 Good night or Good morning dear readers!