Jenny was juggling on our balcony on Sunday afternoon.
Her 3 coloured rings spun through the air above her concentrated gaze.
Suddenly, she lost control, and the purple ring landed on my empty Violet Crumble wrapper.
‘It's an omen!’ I cried.
Jenny looked, and understood.
Later, she was juggling again.
This time, the purple ring landed on a cushion.
It, too, was purple!
We stared at the ring, the cushion, and each other.
‘It's an omen!’ she exclaimed.
‘Purple seeks purple!’ I shouted.
And we understood.
It was groovy.
[Written 19 Apr 2007.]