Every corner I turned – the sky was a different colour.

The cab I was in drove past a school and I looked up at an orange-pink sky. The children trickled out of the school. The tiny ones, whose school bags where bigger than them, wavered a little under all that intellectual weight. They looked ecstatic on seeing their mothers who’d come to pick them. They dropped their things and began to run about in circles.

As we drove on the sea link, the sky soon became blue, with only a slight hint of the dark side. We crossed all the young couples sitting on their stationery bikes. The sea wind drove their hair into a frenzy. They had to chase after their scarves, which hopped away with the fierce breeze.

As we turned onto the all-too-familiar street, where trees swayed lazily and the home winked at us from a distance, the sky turned a dark graphite grey. People quickened their pace and cars rushed past so as to reach home before the it started to rain.

I walked into the building under the slate coloured expanse above me, with all its stars tucked away. There was a sense of doom to the whole thing, but only in the nicest possible way.