‘ou are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,
So please don’t take my sunshine away’
Jimmie Davis 1940
He lay in the road and squinted up at the sun. The tar surface was hot and soft to the touch, and he liked the smell of it. There were no cars on the road. Only three people in the whole street owned a car, and they were away somewhere, probably at work, he supposed. He closed his eyes, and the world became orange.