The sun was rising, a golden ball slowly separating itself from the horizon, embarking on its daily voyage across the heavens. It did the same thing every day, just usually there were clouds blocking the view.
Not today though, for once the sky was a cloudless blue, a welcome change after the high winds and rain that had been battering the whole of Britain lately. If it weren’t so cold, Ianto thought it would be rather pleasant, but he was currently freezing his arse off after a night spent chasing aliens.
Shame nobody appreciated Torchwood’s efforts to keep Cardiff safe!