Talk:...a fading wash of sunlight?/@comment-1021808-20130301204852/@comment-78.96.128.171-20130301214009

Kill me if I managed to get any of that properly... What does this do? ...a fading wash of sunlight?

What is that light at the Bazaar's summit? A summery, buttery golden glow! The air of the Neath is warm, suddenly. Forgotten scents touch the air. New-cut grass; mountain-winds; warm stone. The clock is striking half-past nine. The light is very nearly gone. A few glints remain. Bask in the last remnants of the light

Londoners weep and shriek, imploring the light to return