The walls we put up in our isolation at times wherever there is a pandemic or not and our joy wants to spill into the colour of the world . We seek solace in the quiet of our times but continual silence is friends to no one .
Seeking out to break those walls but with the ability to seek out the colour , to feel the tickle of long grass on your hand as you go for a long country walk .To see the joy of the swooping swift’s as they do have a joyful glee on their faces as they go past you at the speed of light.
Being Autistic stuff is hard , applying myself is hard but the release of myself into the world of colour is joy upon joy .To hear the sheep in the green fields as I sit watching a cricket match on a summers day with nothing but a cool breeze upon my face .
I seek the colour and audacity of a Hollyhock just to grow where it damn well pleases , inconvenient places is where they seed and grow their joy.