The Colour of Time - Part 25 / Merry Christmas ...

 

'Caledonia is the name of a village a few miles upstream the River Why.'

Dora looked around to find out where this strange voice came from because this thought was too weird and unusual to come from her own mind.

'The bard and his llama are in Caledonia. And they are coming closer within every second of time that is passing.'

Dora recognized this voice. Dora knew this voice. Dora loved the thundering tolling of this voice.

And before her new-found mind's eye she saw the friendly smile in the yellow eyes of a snowlion she named Flakemane.

'Is this the secret power of forecast?' she asked the voice. 'Is Magenta the colour of time?'

Leaving towns and cities behind a Bromford and his llama were walking fast and faster.

'La Couleur du Temps,' the llama said.

'I know, I know,' said the bard, 'the colour of time.'

'No,' said the llama, 'you do not understand. I was just wondering if you could find the colour of time in a snowbow.'

'A snowbow?'

'Yes, like a rainbow, but when it is snowing instead of raining.'

The bard paused for a moment, bowing down, putting hands and forearms on his knees and thighs, trying to catch his breath.

'I think the colours of a snowbow,' he exclaimed still breathing heavily, 'are only different shades of white.'

"Bromford Sunset"

I remember long ago
How I wondered where I′d go
While the blizzards, cold wind and snow
Pounded outside my window.

Bromford sunset
Going down in the West
All the colours in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.

Land of beauty, space and light
Land of promise, land of might
You're my home now and it′s true
Bromford, here's to you.

Bromford sunset
Going down in the West
All the colours in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.

Bromford sunset
Going down in the West
All the colours in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.

The golden state!

Today is Wednesday, the 25th of December 2025.
First Christmas Day