I stood outside work and waited for my lift. It felt goodto take deep breaths of the not-so-cold air. It’s not-so-winter now.
There was blue sky, a thin slice sandwiched between grey clouds on the horizon. We get so used to a sun bleached blue here – I think it always looks brighter through the clouds.
The evenings are getting longer, but the sun was below the lowest clouds by then. Some icy rain drops fell, and I turned back to the office, wondering if I should wait in the lobby.
As I turned back, the sunset appeared – upside down. I still couldn’t see the sun, but golden rays were spread out across the grey cloud canopy above me. They rotated slowly, as the cloud drifted. You couldn’t paint such a scene – nobody would believe it, gold against the grey. There was nobody there but me to see it.
I wondered if I should run inside and grab my friend – would it still be magic when we came out again? In the end, I just stood there, breathing in the fresh air and the rain.
The sun was all gone by the time my lift arrived.