We went to the conservatory last evening. We walked in the surrounding grounds as the sun set. There were many clouds, and these were tinged with the rosy orange of the setting sun. There is also the steely bright and gold you get, and above it the deeper brooding blue, the grey of the clouds and the softer white. Beyond it all is the paler blue of the sky itself.
The sun touched the winter branches of the trees, and fell also on the white steel and glass of the greenhouses. These structures are in the rounded shape and elegance that at least to me evokes the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. The time of another sunset.
What stars will shine down on us, I wonder, when these evening skies have cleared. What conservatories under what glass.