Walking home late on a summer evening, the sun reclining to its repose, dipping below the line of the old Dalry cemetery, turning the skies copper.

And a few moments after the sun had vanished below the horizon on a summer evening, the final light still glowing up, painting the clouds in an Impressionist mix of reds, blues, purples, oranges, the roofs and silhouettes of the old tenements outlined by the last moments of twilight.