Colour in the dry

Walked the dogs. Both dogs in the water again. One just lying still like a queen bathing in milk & honey. And the other, like a toddler high on sugar; madly, stupidly and unstoppable.

Then work in a hot still office.

But then, my colour in the dry, a long swim in the lake. I missed having a friend to go round and around with, but it was still colour.