Yellow wheat waves softly in the calm midmorning wind
The black shadows of the distant forest rear their two-dimensional heads
The teal hat of the sleeping centaur threatens to fly away in the breeze
The newly painted orange walls seem to call out for attention
The pages of the traveler’s magazine smell of purple ink
Grey water ripples as a boat cuts through it
A red barn stands out clearly, outlined against the dimming sky
The statue stares at me, lonely, in the magenta light.