sashinka | observation orientated, with a twist of lime | a blog

I'm looking out of my office window at the sky... it's a little after four on a wintry autumnal afternoon and the sky is the most mind-blowing colour. It's candy floss pink and irridescent purple. It's like God photoshopped the universe with a psychedelic palette. Or the gods have great back projection at a rave. The streaks of pink are interwoven with violet-ink translucent clouds. It's the colour of my parents sofa in 1976. It's this season's party clothes. It's a rainbow at dusk. It's getting pinker and pinker and purpler and purpler, the intensity turned up like a Kilburn kid with a boom box on his shoulder.

The party pink is reflected in the windows of the houses at the end of the garden, shimmering and shimmying in the almost-dusk.

This is the time that if the world had secrets, we would know them.

And I'm not even taking drugs.

Sometimes, it's the small things that make the difference. There is a wonder in nature and the universe that's bigger than any of us, or our experiences.