The city is lit by the setting sun, each tall building lighter than the surrounding rooftops and still wintry trees - and some buildings shining or glinting if they happen to be set at an angle to reflect sunlight to the hill where i sit in the wind.

Now the floating clouds have turned blue-grey as the sun sinks out of sight and the moon appears much brighter, almost as if it is already night, but the sky is still pale blue (though now a little darker).

Behind me is a triangular kite (resembling a hang glider) which roars like an engine as someone steers it in continuous climbs and dives and loops that make the loose edge of its taught fabric vibrate like a musical instrument... but it's more nuisance than pleasure to me, and perhaps others.

It was this engine-like sound that made me walk here to find out its cause. Before that i was walking in a direction selected by chance.

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