Strange but if anyone had asked me age 7 what I wanted to be I might have said 'a crayon' and I still tend to add an embellishment and a bit of colour to absolutely everything! I am not sure you liked the boy who wanted to be a crayon but I think he was possibly the one with the lateral thinking. What did he grow up to be?
Into the warm, inviting yellow twists a brush loaded with blue. Surprised, suspicious, the shades swirl round each other, and then, by magic, marbled patterns turn to startling viridian.