I started out to write something a bit longer just now and ended up writing a little bit about the sun setting out of my window:
The sun’s setting just now. The tree’s branches and prickles are just a silhouette as is the telly aerial on the roof on the next street, the skylights glinting slightly. The clouds are an angry scoring out of grey, over only a small part of the sky that is a lighter, almost white blue by the roof but getting steadily darker as I tilt my head slightly towards the top of the tree, a darker blue but still with enough light to make a difference. Even in the few moments it’s taken to type this, the clouds have banded together and the branches have stilled slightly. A moment in time is all it takes.