Which is so not what it sounds like. I strolled through the streets and the harbour to kill time before going to see the Beatles movie by Ron Howard, Eight Days a Week (which was awesome, but there’s just too much to say about it so I’ll just let it be. Ha.).
Anywayyy… I strolled through town, looking for subjects, and nothing was good. Until the sun set. Suddenly everything was pretty (as usual!).
After the sun set, I hurried down to the harbour again to catch some pink skies. I fidgeted like a mad woman at the traffic lights because I thought the loveliness would dissipate, but I managed to catch a few wisps of salmon clouds before twilight sunk and it was time for CINEMA.
(Serously guys. Go see it.)