The setting sun created some magical moments this evening.
The last rays of the sun lovingly caressed our plane tree, which has lost almost all its leaves. A flock of sparrows and white-eyes was twittering and chirping, as they foraged for food in its branches.
The ‘unknown tree’ (explanation here), which is now entirely barren, was silhouetted against the golden clouds.
And I also like this one.
What is it about sunsets that makes the heart sing so?