No painting

We are going to paint your old room today, Ces, my mama says this morning. I haven't told you yet, that I am in a new room: much bigger. And my old room needs painting for my new brother.
We go painting, untill we see the blue sky. This is not a day for inside painting. It is a day for mud - on the beach where a cold Northerly blows, and in the dunes, where the sand is warm.