The clock says 11.00 am; the date says 8 September but for the life of me I can't remember what year. What I do remember is sitting on the glacially cold marble step of a shop doorway and using saliva to wet my brushes and the small pans of my portable watercolour box; I'd forgotten to bring any water with me.
My tongue must have been green, brown and blue that morning; colourmen should flavour their pans, or at least give then some nutritional properties!
© DON DONOVAN
donovan@ihug.co.nz www.don-donovan.blogspot.co.nz
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