By my uncle’s br pub & garage br br (where I looked at Superman comics br for the first time ever) br br lived a house br made almost entirely of violet br kissed with a wild yellow. br br I, amazed br having never seen a house br br wearing such beautiful br colours. br br I would look br at it for hours br br at different hours. br br get up at dawn br to see the colours br br creep into it br as it threw off the night br br or wait up to see br br the night br slowly eat its colours br br slipping into sleep. br br It bloomed br In my child’s mind br br summer after summer br br the wonder br of my five year old world. br br It was maybe mauve br perhaps a pale purple br br or maybe its yellow br was a pink br br a chameleon br changing colours br br as I added years to years br & grew up. br br It was as if a house br could be a perfect painting br or a beautiful flower. br br I watched it br wrapped in an intense blue sky br br or set on fire br by a passing sunset. br br It was br an ordinary br everyday miracle br br just nonchalantly br hanging around.