The sunset behind the gasworks was gorgeous the other night.
And then, within a day or so, it was grim as buggery. Drenching rain, slippery banking, general air of miserableness.
But just when I’m feeling flat as a tack and I’m staring blankly at The Longest Goods Train in the History of Christendom lumber across Clyde Street, I see that some kind soul has secreted this lovely flower decal against a fence post for a person such as me to spy and feel good about.
Nice!
