Yellow sky.

As I went for my evening run I notice how unusually yellow the sky was. The neighbourhood washed in sepia. As I came to the field I noticed how beautiful the flyover looked. Instead of the dull lifeless granite gray, it was bronzed like old train tracks. It's funny how nature has her own take on design at times. My pace gathered and I was soon at 3 roadside tree. It is nearing the monsoon season and most of the flowers have withered; save for a few resilient yet undesired flowers for the bees have yet to pollinate them so that they may bear fruit. I noticed little specks that shuttled furiously between the leaves. Dragonflies. They swarm and fly all around. Some may find it revolting however, I for one, found it appealing. It felt magical. It felt for once that you mattered in the world. To the tiny dragonflies, we are but giants. They can only fly around and marvel at our size whilst we may so choose to kill them if we feel irritated by their presence. One dragonfly flew in front of my and straight up towards the sky. As my eyes trailed him, I caught sight of the clouds. The darkening clouds rolling in. In the patches where the ominous clouds have yet to reach, the sun's rays filtered through. It did seem like a little patch of heaven and there was a bright lining in the clouds. I guess, in every storm, there is a silver lining.