A thin band of light between the sea and the grey sky. The dawn is softly golden.

The bands of colour on the cliff fade from ochre to white, sandstone to chalk. I think of Rothko, sideways.

All lit up like summer. A  few Leicester Longwool. Ivory dreadlocks in a fern-green field. 

Roshi (we still call him a kitten, even though he is pretty much fully grown) burrows into the ripped, silver, wrapping paper on the bed.

Lavender sky and the buildings fade to shades of grey.