White Light in early evening - East London

Going down Stannard Road, E8, on Sunday evening just gone, in a double-decker Routemaster bus. The front seat on the lower deck. The bus conductor an imposing lady in cool shades and turquoise shirt with a fixating stare. You would know about it when she wants your fare. To the right of that window, jutting out upfront, is the driver's cab, and inside the driver manfully grapples with the huge old wheel, and the handbrake, as if piloting a cruiser. A white light shines through the speckled, grimy front window - the long road curves out in front of us, with tall residential blocks, offices and Association buildings, groaning houses staring down on either side of the street, and the sun far overhead in the distance, throws out the white light. A direct fiery light of early evening - like a vast white flannel studded with diamonds.