Just another Friday evening, driving home from work, I decide to take a slightly longer, but prettier route back home. It’s been a hot couple of days, with the rain slowing down, and I looked into the skies. No sign of monsoony clouds, no sign of the rain.
When all of a sudden we’re attacked by a passing cloud burst. Which swims over us, drenching everything in a dance of watercolor skies and slippery hues. I stop to frame a moment of it. Because if your Friday evening begins like this, there’s really not much that can go wrong.