I post this, appropos of absolutely nothing. Just thought you might like a bit of culture this morning.
"They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be,..."
"On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground"
You just can't beat a bit of G K Chesterton on the morning
RIB Saffron
