The sky is turning grey for the clouds coat the sky,
Masking the distant sun, a blue tinge on their underside.
Gathering around the building tops,
Pink sky glinting through,
The clouds have come and blanket evening,
Until the day has stopped.
One of the nicest things about my university halls is that I have a nice view over a fairly domestic part of London’s skyline. Admittedly, in bad weather it’s not great, but the view of the sky is very nice.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic