Posted: 06/04/22

Sunset 21 February - Lee Harrison

After the mischief of being up here; after the irrational urge to jump off; after the plunging feeling in the gut when you look down past your toes that first time; then you settle into a kind of peace.  The seagulls wheel past, and you start to see how still and safe the city looks; how concrete and permanent.  But then, as the clouds change from pale blue to ashen grey, and the sunlight shifts and becomes a burning copper flow, you see it differently.  Finally, as the sun bursts through the last bank of cloud, a passing lance of white light, and everything else fades to darkness, you realise that the shifting sky, the changing light, the movement of it all is the only real permanence.