Colours of this time of year.

I need coffee and strawberries, strawberries first.

Up the track: green – nature moving in.

Onto the road: grey – sinuous at first.

Fields already cut for early hay, blue flowers.

Road, long and straight.

The valley, white cleaves of cliff stretching out and above from the green tree line.

The bridge: the river.

The supermarket.

Costa Rica? Brazil? Peru?

Ethiopia.

Driving faster now.

Track, brown dirt.

Kitchen.

Silver steel expresso machine.

Water, cleansing.

Cup blue.

Coffee dark.

White marble table.

Red strawberries.

Ok, human again.