Walking back from a jazz concert ten days ago, though, crossing Dean Bridge I saw the most glorious, heart-stopping sunset I had seen for a long time: the dying sun was reflected in stornm clouds (goodbye sun! hello rain!).
Walking back from a jazz concert ten days ago, though, crossing Dean Bridge I saw the most glorious, heart-stopping sunset I had seen for a long time: the dying sun was reflected in stornm clouds (goodbye sun! hello rain!).