CHIAROSCURO The moment July is in the ascendant, an assortment of sky-lit tenants needs to be hypnotised by the heat. In the iced blues of January, south-facing windows permit slanting sun to investigate much closer to the ground…. It alights on every cheekbone and pin. Walking south-east along a three o’clock street, those who once longed for the prime red-yellows of July are quite astounded at themselves at how soundly they are absorbed into that shadow play, that chiaroscuro. Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON First published in Sarasvati