Glimpsing a ruby sky, I race to the top of the ruined castle.
A freezing wind paws my hair, howls in my ears and licks my face, like an over-zealous guard dog. But my focus is on the masterpiece painted across the western horizon.
Clouds the colour of roses, edged with scarlet, wash like waves across the normally blue sky and the river below turns the colour of merlot.
It’s as if the canvas of this world has been torn. Magic seeps in, giving hope for tomorrow.
Mesmerised, I wonder what you’re doing. Are you watching the red sky too?