Very dark grey clouds drift rain over houses, hidden the other side of black slopes. I suppose that’s Kew. Pale grey clouds rest awhile, to all appearances, between dark grey clouds and black horizons, their paleness soft with first light. Horizons’ trees are patterned their length, cold and black. Trees and clouds are giants that, to a seasoned eye, are small black lines and pale grey light, the season being June here in the south. Our eyes turn to the hills, while further away the palest blue imaginable appears between grey clouds below dark grey clouds beside the city cluster.