Planet Mad

This morning the streets were full of the smell that comes before a hot, cloudless day. The early morning sun took the ordinary, drab colours and breathed bold life into them. I walked to work reminiscing about camping trips in Italy, where breakfast was alway accompanied by these sights and smells.

Walking back to the House for lunch, the colours have faded into a shimmer of pastels; the sky is a hazy blue that appears almost grey. The smell is now that of freshly-mown grass. In the borders, flowers jostle and dance gently in the breeze. It feels like midsummer.