The skies are never the same from one day to the next but sometimes a rare burst of contrast peeks through the other hues. Rolling purples, greys and blues are punctured with stark whites of bolted colour. Like a splash of errant white emulsion on a dark wall or floor, it forces one to look at those surrounding them differently and reflect on what we thought we knew. We can choose to mourn or to embrace the new vista as our subjectivity shifts. Can we ever know anything or anyone truly? Is the energy brand new or simply a reminder or something forgotten?
Blueness pervades as the air is still but crisp above the equally brusque but beautiful ocean. Today the purity of hue is sharp - too sharp, razor sharp - and it cuts through the haze of subjective reality that enables one to wend a comfy path through the day. Instead the delicate clouds are forced to face their fragility as they continue to pick their way across towards rose-tinted perception again.