The afternoons are colourless here. The greens - if any exist - are pale and sleepy, the browns and greys become dominant, and the sky acts as an uncomfortable, too-warm wool blanket, drained of blueness. The only object of interest in the blank sky is the moon at night. It shines with an alarming intensity, too bright for the heat we've had here. Granted, temperatures have fallen, and thank goodness for it - one can only handle sitting in a boiling pot for so long, even if it is one's home-town.