The end of my day

I won’t bore you with my thoughts this evening but here is something that came into my mind as I drove home.
“A drift of fine mist settles on the cattle feeding in the ditches and leaves a sheen on the grass.
Drooping by the driveway the bedraggled crows are flapping home through skies of lead and in the far away a rumble of thunder threatens”
Today I can identify with those crows.
Hello 47.