..Paisley Tablecloth Sky

I love the sky in the early evenings. The shy pink blush and the swirls of cornflower grey evoke memories of a horrible paisley tablecloth my mum used to use when I was just old enough to toddle about and notice these things. Pale creamy oranges lounge languidly amongst dusty mink colours and I stop to lean against a lamp post and watch nothing move above my head, as ignorant cars shoot to destinations and probably fail to notice how breathtakingly beautiful the evening is. There are discarded Fanta bottles at my feet, spat-out chewing gum, a copy of the Sun newspaper rolling dismembered above the well-trodden promenade, a wheel missing from the bicycle chained to the railings, and lights twinkling across the estuary. I am well and truly here, this place called home.