May, A Grey Day.
I use grey days in May to count greens. Generous light through layers of cloud revealing the full spectrum of tender, spring greens moves me deeply. Has my eye been tuned by millions of years of evolution to distinguish nuances in green above all else? Did my ancestors need to know their greens in order to survive? Perhaps a sea bird’s eyes are alive to more blue possibilities than mine? And talking of birds, swallows are circling round the tops of trees, catching insects thrown up by the wind, just like fish darting round coral heads. Their blue black plumage drawing dark lines across a thousand greens and curving back through soft grey.