Swimming, like a frog

Cool morning; from my warm bed I watched dark clouds reshape and threaten. I squinted hard and I could see the individual droplets that comprised the gloomy bear-paw that was reaching for me, beaming little toothy smiles they were. Then brightness through dark cloud, light refracted into the room, and there I was, immersed in colour. I held my arms out in front of me and twisted them this way, but not that. I looked best at about 700-600nm (I am an Autumn), so warm, so warm! I kicked the bed-covers off so I could bask completely.

I stayed in orange for just a tad too long, got hot and bothered, so I slipped between the coolness of indigo and blue. If I never hear “Fly in the Ointment” again it will be too soon, but at this wavelength, I could quite possibly-maybe manage. However, Lilli and green should never be seen, unless there’s a colour in between.

I was the pot of gold, I was swimming in colour! Swimming like a frog, in and out and through the colours of the rainbow.