Monday evening, driving towards a sun that had the horizon as a tangent and a slab of cloud balanced just above, I had to defocus my eyes and let the road information flow in on the reduced visual bandwidth. Half a mile and I was North-bound again. Every blink brought back a band of bright yellow shapes where my retina was touched by sunlight. I blinked quickly, trying to get the afterimage to form into something recognisable; to pollinate my brain with an image. Looking right, sun-kissed billows of blooming gorse stretched along the heath. That was it, splodges of yellow - impressionist gorse.
Once home, the setting sun itself was hidden by roofs and Earth. The sky though was multi-hued up to the now underlit cloud whose condensing base looked afire, melting.
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