Split down the middle.
On one side the sky was blue, a darker shade as night lay in waiting.
On the other, yellow, orange yellow, rich in tone, thick, a brush stroke, as the sun hung on for more.
There was no time to waste.
A moment in time, it never seems to last.
Two days, different, side by side.
But one in transition, hurtling into the next.
Fleeting sky
Afternoon walk
The kids