There’s an orange thing floating on the canal just the other side of the bridge from where we currently live, it’s an installation called simply “Pavilion”. It’s clad in translucent orange plastic, but the light that shines through it is actually quite red in an orangey pinkish kind of way. Within its space our feeble little brains have no trouble discerning that it’s very much from the red end of the spectrum, but in trying to balance what they are seeing, they can’t quite come to terms with looking out of it the world beyond, which takes on a disconcertingly green hue from exactly the opposite side of that same spectrum.
The lounge setup in the car rental place on the other hand, was green. So when we stood in the queue more than thirty minutes before the appointed time of return, and the nice young man apologised that he would be quite a while with the customers before us and if we would like to just leave the keys all would be well, we were happy to wait, telling him that we would prefer to make sure that there were no problems with the account before leaving.
He returned after forty minutes, apologised once more, checked the car in, then told us that technically we were ten minutes overdue, but he would over-ride that in the computer. It must have been our brains adjusting to all that time we had spent in the green space, because for a second or two, we almost saw red.
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Oh my goodness, what a cheek! I can imagine! It's also enough to give you the blues!
But I'm in a purple patch now...
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