It was a quiet evening over the common. Gone were the billowing battleship like clouds which gathered just inland before heading east, all that remained were their wispy remnants, now painted in the peach hue of the setting sun. As the sun descended and disappeared, the last frantic calls of evening bird song disappeared too. I stood listening and watching, transfixed by the simple beauty of days end, so easily ignored or overlooked. It was about then that I noticed the unopened catkins amongst the opened ones, their colours, the intricate forms, which again for the most part go overlooked. It's all going on out there, if we just take the time to notice it. Nature's great.
