Mirrored in perfect symmetry, a flock of bee-eaters takes flight through a smouldering amber sky — their wings backlit and glowing like stained glass held up to a dying sun. The warm haze of dusk wraps around them in deep copper and burnished gold, smoke-like and otherworldly. Draped around your shoulders, this is the last light of the perfect evening — radiant, fleeting, and impossible to look away from.