Black Against the Sky

There's a song by Beth Orton with the lyrics

See the trees, black against the sky

Maybe you know it. Ms Orton is poetic beyond words and I love her graceful tone. One of my favourite visual images is of the trees in winter, black against the sky in the fading half-light, English tea-time. Something magical happens in that slice of time that's not-quite-day, not-quite -evening. It's not even 'dusk', that comes later, rather the beginning of the fading of the day. It's my favourite time of day. Some get tired then, the afternoon almost over, home beckoning, the thought of small hands grabbing onto a skirt... But as the light fades and the trees draw their black lines gracefully across a fading grey canvas I smile.

Black against the sky.
There they are.