Look at that sky.
That was Friday at five o’clock. Me, at the bottom of the garden, sausage in hand, face tipped up at whatever that was happening above the rooftops. Kiddo toasting marshmallows. Jatinder doing his caveman thing at the barbecue.
That right there is what Fridays at 5pm are for.
I caught the sun a bit. Worth every second.
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