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Magnificent structures rise overhead. Floodlit walkways fly over the road, bustling with bewildered travellers. At the heart is Terminal 3, the glowing centre of this busy metropolis.
They sweep across the road. A startled hedge is caught in them, leaves glowing a ghostly silver. They move on, relentlessly searching out all who cross their path.
As the evening sunlight hits them, they begin to catch fire, like Icarus’ wings. They shed their green for the glowing orange, but their fall will not come until Autumn.
The brightly-dressed figures herald the Summer with song and dance, with gratefulness and joy. The sun appears, bright orange glowing in a cloudless sky. It gives them a performance in its turn, as the shapeless landscape transforms into shining life.
Glowing yellow, shiny with wax. I cut into one, revealing its juicy segments. Each one holds a hundred sharp little droplets, fitting together like scales. They bleed onto my fingers and I breathe in their acidic sweetness.
It trumpets its yellow presence to the world, releasing a scent like honey. Triumphantly, it heralds the arrival of Spring, as the last of the winter sun sets it glowing.