White is the colour of the day
One of the bedroom walls is pure white, as are the pillows and the sheets and the duvets. I open the window and the white light of the day enters. Now it is time for breakfast and the table is a display of white: the cups, the saucers, the napkins, the sugar bowl too. Out of the window I see the brilliant white of the slopes and the occasional silhouette flashing by. It seems that another day is dawning and there will be much to experience and much to tell of. Certainly, white has been the focal point of today’s beginning. Let me have a coffee and plan my day ahead. Maybe I’ll add a touch of milk to the blackness of my coffee – a touch of white of course!