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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