The sky turns to a golden grey. Kind of beautiful. It reminds me not of the pretty things amongst the ugly, but more of the pretty things IN the ugly. I Predict a Riot is playing through my earphones, Gia animatedly tells a story, the others are lying down on their seats, finally glad to be on their way home. Cool air blows in from the windows, lessening the smell of cat's piss in this little bus. Yes, the golden grey clouds paint the perfect background. Although the road is bumpy and the seat's too narrow, I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.