Last night, which seems like a week ago already, I snapped this shot of the sun setting behind some exotic foliage.

Tonight I’m in another town, another district, but I’m still holding this memory. It was a peaceful stroll before dinner, and there were insect noises and frogs croaking.

Most of all, there was this southern light, here south of the equator. It’s different somehow, more brilliant, lit from within. I’m glad I was there to see it.