From the bottom of the cellar stairs hidden from view you get a glimpse of the day rounding the final bend. The sun has grown so dim that the the string of solar lights strung over the shed has illuminated. The car wheels pass over wet pavement hurrying passengers back to the privacy of their homes. Day and night seem perfectly balanced here, the beauty of the moment is its fragile temporality. The moments in twilight are almost visible and put a frame around the day.