It's been a while since I talked about the sky.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene had changed. The sky was greyer, and clouds washed over it. I looked to the side over the warm concrete, losing the heat of the day. Other than the noisy cicadas, rocks were my only companions. The clouds' edge gently swerved against the sky, creating a wispy painting of blue and white and in betweens.
Dim but light enough to see, everything was in cool greys, soothing to the eyes, the fading day gentle to the skin.
The summer evening was not as passionate as the winter night, but in its own right, it was downright pleasant.