sixty granite steps to stand in the centre of the circle, the circus, remembering my love of astrolabes and clockwork before moving into green and being greeted by a brown dog when stopping to weave a leaf the perfect colour of lust into the leather. a symphony of colour. the rub of gravel, small stones underfoot. generally grey has such negative connotations, but from feather pale through to deepest pewter it soothes and prompts a dreamlike nostalgia. tonight flickering candles lead the dance of light around the room in this little house wrapped in darkest blue.