Homeward bound

At the end of a long day, a small fishing boat makes its way to harbour under a pink sky. I had been in Glasgow - or on a bus - for the day, realising yet again how little attention I pay to sky or weather when in the city centre, noting only the increasing cold as the day progressed.

I could no longer bear to live in the city of my birth - or any other, I fear. The sky is too narrow...