On this morning the clouds diffuse the daylight to a soft gentle sweetness; even out in the street I could be cozy under my duvet in a strong summer light.
They move much as the ocean, showing the blue amid the whitish dove-grey, a medley of silvers that ripple outwards to adorn the sky.
Above those tangerine mountains, kissed to their heady blush by the sun, were clouds that moved in shoals.
And so the sky was equal parts blue and a chorus of greys, streaked with silvers and golds
Seven throws the helmet towards me and I end up catching it. I stare at it in shock before looking at him.
"What the heck am I suppose to do with this?" I can't even contain my language anymore. This is getting out of hand honestly. Why are they suddenly popping up every day now?
"Wear it and then h
