Golden Twilight

Yellow light is streaming in through the sliding panes of my window, gilding the skin of my fingers as they tap away on the keyboard. The tint of the evening is yellow and pink, the two tones of the sky as the afternoon melts away into a golden twilight. The sky is heavy with clouds...soon they will overrun with the spring of life, streaming from the heavens, slipping like Amul butter through the cracks of toast and drizzle all over the 'sunny-side-up' landscape.

Let's hope it rains tonight. Let's hope to wake up to the earthen smell of mud and water.