a snake and a temple visit
I considered the serpents colour for a while, were it , let’s say, red and yellow I would have been in little doubt that it was best to steer clear. But it wasn’t red and yellow, it was green. I considered green; green is for OK, for go, for caring for the environment, green is a happy colour. I was visiting a lovely old temple I had happened upon, and as I went to lean my bicycle against a tree sudden movement had drawn my attention to the snake now under discussion. It was over a metre long and slender and had, until it caught my attention, been under severe danger of being squashed by a fully ladened bicycle.
I stopped manoeuvring my machine and the snake stopped manoeuvring itself and turned to face me. His countenance was one of confidence, a look that suggested he could handle himself well in a scrap. I considered his colour again, it was, I decided, rather a bright green and I made my way to another tree against which I could park my bike.