Blue Skies, Smiling At Me

Walking from the carpark into the office, I looked up at the sky and thought of my sister.

CocoNad: Abang, I'm going to ask my kids, "Kids, what colour is the sky?" and if they answer, "White, Mummy!" I'm going to say, "Cle-ver children."

She's right. We rarely get blue skies here, and today, it was a dirty, grey overcast. Still, with the dawn lighting, it was beautifully breathtaking.

But sometimes I wonder if people who live under perpetually blue skies are happier people.