Migrating west on the M4 the car carries you from England to Wales, crossing the massively gorgeous Severn Bridge, below the river greats the sea, and two share a cup of tea.
The day losing momentum, the sun plays peek-a-boo, occasionally hiding behind the clouds, turning the sky various shades of salmon and purple.
As you look to the end of the bridge, it appears to be piercing the heart of the sun.
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