Purple Skies Over Kasai
The rain came. The rain left. The cold returned, the wind stayed. The hum of the street lamp glowed in the darkness, as the skies above turned a darker shade of purple.
The neighborhood was quiet, my neighbors gathered around the kotatsu, and the youngest ones laid their heads on small pillows. I made my way down the glistening streets, looking up at that purple tinged sky.
All just another autumn day in Kasai, my hood.