Colour

Feeling miserable, I leave the office to buy lunch. It is a glorious day, warm sunshine cascades down my back, lifted through my hair by a light breeze. I seek respite, looking for something to cheer myself up, chastising myself for seeking solace in the material, especially when I can't afford to spend any money. I leave a fragrant row of ‘bath bombs’ untouched and keep walking. Craving vegetables, I find a tub of crudities with tzatziki in a small shop in the station, which I buy. Sitting at my desk, dunking a rainbow in the cool, unctuous dip, my spirits climb. Red peppers, yellow peppers, carrots, cucumber, and celery instil a sense of well-being as I crunch my way through.