By surprise, common but rare, change flows across vision. Its colour could be called grey, though involves any colour in view – B&W page, green tree, blue of January, human face. As you attempt to cope, sunspots and floating fibrils inside enclosed lid entertain space. You’ve found yourself in love, or out of love. You’ve lost what you knew you would lose, or found it. You are caught off-guard by news, music’s centre, words, looks... Or, their slow response. Flooded with emotion, involuntary, maybe cause and effect, there is no time to think, the result tears. Future is a little clearer.