The air is so cold that my gloveless hands presently begin to turn light beige and then bluey-pink, bright aubergine, chewing gum-violet and magenta moving steadily in the direction of indigo. A cormorant dives into the deep and comes up with a glowing-red fish in its beak – are there gleaming red fish in Lake Zürich? And on the grey-green grass under my feet, thickly encrusted with frost which looks rather like seaweed, lies the gleaming yellow wrapping-paper of a herbal toffee. Everything is colour on this morning.
First Publication: 15-1-2015
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