Early morning run.

 Now that the mornings are brighter there's more incentive to go walking.  And when the sun shines that's a bonus!

 Himself was looking fine as he trotted around looking for something nasty in which to roll ... and he found it too!  If beauty is in the eye of the beholder then perfume is certainly in the nostril of the canine.  He and I have kept a distance from one another all day.

 Shadows this morning were terrific ...

... and I played with the camera for a while until the battery ran out!  You could almost wonder what Eliot is thinking here.
Meanwhile, once again the day has flown past and it is gone bedtime .... night, night!

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
it is not night if thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
to hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

Church Hymnal number 72

John Keble (1792-1866)