Sleepless in Stockholm
It’s hard to get sunset or sunrise shots at the moment with only three hours of night.
But a couple of days ago, as I was falling into a deep sleep at ten in the evening,
A loud hissing filled the bedroom. I ignored it.
Another loud hissing.
So I dashed outside to catch the second balloon on the horizon.
It hung there in stillness
Before swooping down and disappearing.
All that was left
Was the delicious pink swirl
Of another gloriously light summer evening.
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