Dappled

This bright stifling heat/light is a piercing overdose of clarity. The search for shade brought to mind Gerard Manly Hopkins and his celebration of fudge and mudge:

Pied Beauty by Gerard Manly Hopkins (1844 - 1889)

Glory be to God for dappled things -
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

Messing around, I came up with...

GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour; Multiple tinge.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled, mildly deranged.

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He makes this melanged beauty: Praise him.

In any case, this worship of the assymetric is an apt rebellion amid today's cosmetic surgeons and their clientelle.