Island moods, one evening walk

​            I circumnavigated most of the island yesterday, probably about a two miles’ walk. It was a sultry, unsettled evening, one of those weather patterns where the sky feels like a sullen teenager. You’re not sure if you’ll get a long, lingering low, or something more electrified and explosive. Weak flits of sunshine poked occasionally through the heavy cloud cover; a sprinkle of rain began, then gave up, not worth the trouble. By sunset, the clouds had begun to lift, and the bright sun flashed its brilliance for a hopeful minute before settling down to bed.
            By 9pm, twilight, the world had cooled and the last dregs of light hovered over Sargent and Pemetic Mountains across the Eastern Way.
 
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