Twilight Walker

Rain licking its chops at the back door. Finally some writing today (for a project, a series of short poems on Dún Laoghaire). Then out to Pigeon House Road for the tail end of the light.

Rainclouds lifting and dropping again on the mountains and city. Nobody on the darkening Shelly Beds but one man walking himself (visible as a blurred vertical break to the lower right).