Quan and I are at the river. His harness is yellow. Butter. Limited edition.
The rocks are rock colored which is grey, sort of brown. The shadows are shadow colored which is grey, sort of blue.
The sky is blue hombre, getting darker as it gets higher. The bark is brown and sort of gray, maybe taupe but I don’t think taupe can be that texture.
The leaves are brown on one side and white on the other and they have curled themselves into little balls like crunchy, hollow snails.
Some of the tree branches are white. Some of the wet rocks are brown.
People are wearing bright, jolly colors. Day-after-Christmas colors. Soft patterns, soft solids. I don’t think my family likes me very much. Or at all.
The water ripples. White lines of sunshine coast across the brown.
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