looking at the sunrise, but not to enjoy it, to analyse it like it means something.

One of them, a man in his early thirties with bright ginger hair nods towards it knowingly.

Jason: Red sky at morning… Sailor’s warning.

Andrew: It is. It is indeed.

Dylan looks at the sky and back to them asking: A warning about what?

Andrew: That there is bad weather coming. Rain maybe. A red sky in the morning is a sailors warning, a red sky at night is a sailors delight. So if the sun is setting and the sky is red you know the next day is going to be good. The boy looks to the woman.

Dylan: Mom, is that true?