The moment the knife splits open the mouse-brown Kiwi to reveal it's juicy green jewel.
Bring the softly rippling water and the toasty sun-soaked pool deck under your bare feet with you all day.
Touch your ear to the dusty pink vessel and hear the roar of ancient waves that pounded the deserts into sand.
It's the warm, nutty brown of the raging desert wash waters after a summer monsoon rain.
The sky is shot through with fiery reflections of the burnt orange sandstone mesas below.
The cool, neutral gray of welcome monsoon clouds arriving to wash away the heat of the day.
Not quite turquoise, not quite olive - Moss exists in the magical space in between.
Turn it slowly to watch it transform – with each new angle another mystery is revealed.