It’s the colour of summer that’s like saffron, maybe even the smell. Or is it the other way around? I wonder if the monsoons are as inspiring now as they used to be.
I don’t know if I feel the same way though about rain, it has changed, the mad rush that drove me into the arms of any rain is now a more subdued, and I’ll stand and watch and cry along sort of feeling.
The depth and intensity have changed colour from summery saffron to a bleak indelible blotch of dull colour.
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