A couple of Sundays ago, I was walking through the park as showers and sunshine had competed to conquer the sky. I reached the bridge over the Serpentine just when a burst of heavy rain stopped.
In my haste to get home before another spell, I almost missed it.
The swans were gliding on purple water.
Prince’s classic song came to mind. ‘Purple rain, purple rain’…
Prince’s classic song came to mind. ‘Purple rain, purple rain’…
It was but a glimpse of a few seconds, and it felt magical.