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