sometimes it looks like  a monochrome world.  after rain,  with sunbeams  bursting through.  the colour of hope, as the sun lights  the back of a hill.   i cannot tell you what  you will not hear,  telling you secrets you will soon forget.   morning was great, but the smoke is back, it is difficult to breathe.  that day was different, clean air with rain,  before the sun set.  beautiful thing ro see.