The late sun on the daffodils. The thinnest gossamer haze across the valley, all wheat meadows and deciduous trees. A hedgerow, a telegraph line, a row of still-bare oaks make up middle-distance horizontals. Nearer, bird feeders sway in the merest breeze. Sparrows alight, silhouetted by falling rays, flaring through the edges of dense conifers. An evening chorus for the golden sky.