Welcome to the night.

19h44m BST:

My inked words, on the page are barely visible, such is the twilight darkening fast. 

Each word now is a guess as I quickly write before the failing of the light.

The crescent Moon casts light across the bay, a glittering pathway, a road of Luna sparkle, safely walked only with imagination.

The bats fly by, hello - goodbye.

19h45m BST: 

No stars at yet, not a single solitary peep, I will have to take a closer look.

Sure enough, at 19h48m BST there was Arcturus, out to the west, hanging above St David's head.

On the beach before me a group of shadows shaped like sitting people -  Buddhas, pondering no doubt their own cosmic wonders, hopes, dreams and such.

19h51m BST: 

My words, finally succumb, I no longer see what I'm writing, but I carry on for a little while with guesswork and memory.

The sea waves sting the shoreline with a constant hiss from sand and brine.

My tea cup is empty, my mind is empty.

Welcome to the night.