Every day a little more colour.
Every moment, change – clouds part suddenly and then close in again; the afternoon draws in. The hour before dusk is a slow gathering of shadows and a ripening of glowing colour.
I soak it all in. I stand about under the trees and look up, head back, gazing up through the canopy and the next moment I’m crouching down, with leaves rustling like paper bags and the smell of damp earth under me.
Closer and closer. To get lost in it all, to forget everything else and sink into this colour, this hour, this moment that will never come again.