Here’s my after-lunch dessert two days in a row:
I was struck by the colours. It made me think of a passage in Hild. Hild has had bad news and is half in shock, half pretending she’s fine:
As the days cooled the colours around her did, too. Bright red flowers were replaced by dark red berries. The sun set earlier. The berries now were tinged with blue. Perhaps it was warmth that made the colour. Red meant life. Blue meant the blue lips of harsh breathing and death. The end of things.
Our weather is changing. Just a little, just enough that in the morning the air smells of brine, of autumn. But by afternoon it’s clear that we’re still in summer, still splashed with sunshine and ease.
Life is good.