The whole walk over to the duck pond, there was a massive, beautiful, about-to-turn-glorious-pink cloud bank floating above me in the East. It promised to be so lovely, I quickened my step in anticipation – unfortunately, by the time I got there, the clouds had settled themselves directly above me, covering up the sky entirely. Wouldn’t you know it? But as I started to rather sadly paint the grey sky in, a little cloud window opened up and gave me a taste of the sky. Very magnanimous of you, clouds. I still wish you had stayed put – it would have been such a lovely portrait – but I’ll take what I can get. Thank you, at least, for not raining on me. I’m sure you were tempted.