

With no conscious thought or effort whatsoever on my part, the old eyes are constantly on the prowl for vibrant colour, particularly reds, golds, greens and purples, and whenever I discover one of those shades in my travels, I put on the personal brakes and drink it all in rapturously. The colour craved can form part of almost anything: a cardboard carton of rice at the local organic market, an inexpensive acrylic water tumbler, a plastic package of hair ornaments, a bin of brightly coloured rubber toys. It really doesn't matter - I just crave colour, and this is definitely a seasonal "thing".
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