Change on the way ...

Last evening I took a photo of the Arran hills against the pink sky of dusk, clear under a cloudless sky. I'd already posted my blip, though the evening's photos are on Instagram, but this is really a contrast illustration. After a blue-sky morning, thin cloud moved in from the SW, and the quiet winds of yesterday had transformed into strong, mild bluster. Later, some rain was added to the mix and we felt the wind direction change.

The Arran hills are still there in this photo, but no longer visible. Our retreat is almost over, and our work here done. I'm happy to be going back to my own life, but there's s part of me feels like staying.

Or perhaps not. I can hear the rain ...