“I never imagined the sunrise looked so beautiful.” Donnie smiled.
Raph didn’t say a word, eyes fixed on the red and golden sky above the farmhouse. He’d never imagined that his signature colour could look so breath-taking.
They watched the colours blend perfectly together, changing too subtly for them to realise when the Red and orange sky had given way to purples and blues.
The four turtles basked under the newly risen sun, none of them wanting to leave the rooftop of the barn.
“I wish we could do this back home.”
Mikey had voiced what they were all thinking.
