Celadon

The round of a full moon seen through thin silk. Green melts to white, thin light, wax on paper. Light spilling through reeded glass, cool concrete, steel and stone. The comforting hum of air conditioning.

Dear little Lettuces, row upon row, in a glasshouse steam. Droplets bead, round like their bodies - to gather in rivulets which roll down their sides.

Smooth cream of a buttoned up shirt, sleeves carefully rolled. A glossy pale glaze drips over everything. Powder suspended. Held in a sunbeam slicing the air. Held in swirling water.