Making my way home the pink clouds caught my eye. I shouldn’t complain about the mercury dipping. It isn’t as cold as places on this planet, but for this boy born and raised in Miami, I was quite cold.
There they stood. They beckoned me for a stare. They were completely in the shadows compared with the pink and blue skies draping down over Tokyo Bay. The majestic palm trees soared in to the chilly air. They were relatively motionless as if they too were dreaming of the white sands of Florida.
A pleasant sign of better days to come.