changing light

Last night I nearly dozed off on the train home, half-conscious of the music playing through my iPod, and half-aware that the train was slowly moving away from a marvellous, satsuma sky to the West - as lovely and as vivid an orange as I could imagine. At one point my eyes opened to a real treat - a flare of light along the platform at Fishersgate. Managed to point my phone at it before we moved off. Lovely.