But in the crowding darkness not a word did they say. Through the pretty-coated birds had piped so lightly all the day. And he had seen the lovers in the little side streets. And she had heard the morning stories clogged with sweets. It was quite a time for loving. It was midnight. It was May. But in the crowding darkness not a word did they say.
A really spectacular image … those clouds looks rather portentous and the way the light is breaking through at the heart of the frame seems almost apocalyptic. It was taken over Victoria harbour in Hong Kong, in case you’re wondering.