Days end

The end of a peaceful day, there's a haze on the meadows, smoke in the air and somewhere in the distance a combine harvester is cutting corn fields. Crickets are chirping in the hedges, the last of the birds has sung it's song and the owls and bats are just emerging from their roosts. This is late summer in Kent, and I cannot think of anywhere more beautiful on an evening like this.

How many people has this beautiful evening passed by? How many children were indoors, watching tv or playing video games? How many adults were too busy to even glance out of the window and notice? I feel privileged to have revelled in the view, days like this always remind me of this poem.