I have a perch in the sky. I awake and see before me a sky of a most intense blue. I look out upon the day with birdlike authority.
In the next, I am looking at the blue compotier. A moment ago it held apples. And now it holds planets. They are teeming with life.
In the third one, the lemon sits on a blue table cloth and shines like a sun in a brilliant sky. The warm light makes flowers open. And it’s also an ocean, and the flowers are little boats that float and bob upon the surface, and I pay easy lazy pleasant attention as to distant topical and almost tropical music.