It was breathtakingly beautiful, a sky to make you pause, and gasp, and stare until your eyes water and you have to blink despite not wanting to miss a second. Deep, rich blue above my head, fading into the darkness of night in one direction, and brightening to the last whispered remembrance of the sun disappeared over the hill in the other. Heavy clouds hung just above the horizon, rendered malevolently grey by the lighting, save underneath where they were hilded faintly, a counterpoint to the intense blueness of the sky. To the right, in a cerulean space free of cloud, a perfect crescent moon hung, magical.

It was a sky that made me wish for a camera, knowing that I had not the words to do it justice, that memory would never capture it, that - and this with the certainty that colours all such incidents - that I would never see a sky like that ever again.