Grey, blue, green eyes and heavens’ doors.
The following colourful characters and dialogos as throw-away libretto, maybe…
Fermion (Fred, ) treks widely across pearly opacity intercepting an sboson (sgrav, [s]) on mutually imagined paths of Penrose tile.
Action is minimal and perturbations few and far betwixt.
Finally, for now, here’s a picture of my 1st orchid flower of this year – probably northern marsh but could be an early purple.