Colour And The Lack Of It

The beginning of August is the time of year when one begins to feel change. Slowly but surely the days are getting shorter, mornings cooler, birds are getting ready for - not quite yet but soon, too soon - the autumn migration, and there's this vague indefinable feeling of... loss?

Sometimes the loss is more tangible and/or terminal: end of a relationship, death of an acquaintance...

And yet, some colour can almost always be found, sometimes in the most unlikely places, even in the dreariest of days. Whoever put those chairs in the fountain to brighten the grey Friday morning deserves at least a mention in a blog.