School time comes to an end and I find myself walking down the path to my home. The neighborhood is quiet, not a single soul to be seen. The sun set in the sky as fresh colours brushed upon an artist's canvas, as if those rays were destined to create a great work of art - one given to those open to capturing simple moments in the soul. The orange gold stretches far and wide, the colour of fire hearths and tangerines. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.
The sky's accumulating grey clouds, signs of an in coming storm. I gaze into the heavens and allow the first drop of rain to hit my face. Its chilly, sending a shiver down the back of my spine. But it's also refreshing, eno
