Consoling (June)

You write, “I more often find a bench or grass under some shady tree but it is too cool today for that. I am consoled somewhat by the riot of red, orange and yellow ivy clambering up the brick work across the way.” Warmth’s consoling, you imply: warmth inside your winter coat, perfect warmth of your own bed on freezing nights. There’s no call to say why you need consolation. On the right side of the window, in June, as it rains, following raindrops racing on glass, is like the consolation of watching the river flow. Colours may be consolation.