The Sky and its Prospects

We spent the lazy Sunday afternoon weaving through our neighbourhood. I had on my woollen coat because it was cold, my hands hibernating in its confines. My mum talked about what happened during that period in our third rental house since moving to Australia that was three blocks away. We thought about visiting it, to see what had come of it, but, decided against it as it was getting dark. I felt a deep yearning to see it, but, really, I conjured that excuse because I had already payed my farewell a time long ago, and was in no appeal to repeat. I think my mum felt the same. 

Up ahead, we saw an aeroplane glide across the speckled sky towards the retiring sun, buzzing like a bumblebee. We took our cue.