Tuesday, June 7, 2011

dressing by braille

I felt like I was in a sepia photograph this morning. A light bulb reached its best before date over night and when I flicked the switch, our bedroom was bathed in a feeble wash of pale light. I found myself squinting as I assembled my garb of the day; dressing by braille.
I actually had a bit of trouble dressing in the gloom, relying on colour as I do.
It's probably not surprising that I chose to wear a beige blouse.
I'm aware this time of year of the effect that light and colour has on most of us.
Our eye craves the light. Our soul craves the colour.

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