There are places where colour is sometimes hidden in niches or threaded inside nature. Summers could act like winters when nature closes up to defend itself from a partially hostile climate.
When the mind wanders, it errs: It goes astray and on its way it stumbles on mistakes. Or are they mistakes? Could they be mischievous insights that could kindle and sustain imagination? How? By looking at them from a different perspective. Turning them upside down and inside out.