Late evening.

[kyrielle]

The living room windows face east, so I can't see the western horizon. I think it's not quite sunset anyway. But what I can see is a pale blue sky fading to a true light cyan, touched with soft-gray cloudes that are brightened by peach along their upper reaches. Late-day peach, verging on sundown, but not yet the orange of sundown, above a line of evergreen trees.

It's lovely.