Another cool, windy, rainy day yesterday. We drove out to Islamabad in the late afternoon and the light became very beautiful as evening fell. Evenings are one of the things I miss living in Malaysia – you don’t have that still time before darkness falls.
Anyhow, there was a diffuse pink light in the west, shining down through the clouds as though on a promised land, while the rest of the sky was soft, dense grey. There was rain, gusts of wind from all directions, sandstorms. A lightning storm that lasted about 100km, with bolts striking across the Punjab plains. There were sudden heavy flurries of leaves or cotton wool swirling 20 feet high and smashing in the car.
And now in Islamabad, and back to work.