Sunset over the village

Just before sunset I had the time to run for half an hour. I wanted to go out, because I heard yesterday the cranes flying over when I was cooking and did expect them again tonight. Hardly outside, I heard them coming. They were lloudly chirping like a bunch of cyclists, flying high to catch as much light as possible. There is something about this event that always makes me enthusiastic, even though it is the sign of the upcoming winter.