Evening walk

Not much sign of the sun but I did see two hares running races on my walk after work … the speed of them …!

‘All things that love the sun are out of doors; 
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; 
The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors 
The hare is running races in her mirth; 
And with her feet she from the plashy earth 
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, 
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.’

[excerpt from Wordsworth’s ‘Resolution and Independence’]