It is 6.55pm and the sky is the bluest of blue, ever. Concurrently, I am digging in to a generous serving of Japanese curry and rice (with an extra handful of raw lettuce).

Drawing the attention back to the point about the sky… I could not help but describe how oddly prominent the blue skies are, set behind the same buildings I see the moment I gaze out of the school compound and the slightly dirtied glass windows of my apartment.

Imagine: the clouds are delicately highlighted where the sun rays are desperately outstretched before the night swallows it whole. As I leaned out of my kitchen window, another set of clouds looked like the streaks you would create on mashed potato with a fork. Well, it was streaky, to say the least.

As the plump and elongated clouds appeared in clumps, quite disappointingly, they were formless. I could vividly recall how I used to stare out at the skies when I was younger (not that I am old now) and spotted cloud formations such as sleds. Then again, due to the nature of my memory, the examples that I have quoted for the cloud formations lack a little credibility.

Do pardon my memory. It is rather fuzzy.

On a last note, honestly, the skies at dusk today mirrored one from the Hercules movie. Surreal. Picturesque.

Strangely… I feel uplifted.

Timely.
Back to work!