This morning I lay in bed watching the red sky spread like a bad omen on the working world. I was truly dreading going in to work. I wanted to stay where it was warm, next to my laptop, notebooks and favourite empty coffee mug. I spent the day realising I should have stayed there. Returning home as I stepped off the bus, a child seen only from the corner of my eye pointed at me and cried “Leto!” I didn’t look back because I suddenly felt anxious. Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise.