“She walks, quickly boots clicking against the wet gray side walk.
The wind whips back her dark hair, flipping her trench coat away from her small frame.
The sky is gray and the street is gray, the buildings, the people…me.
She holds the only piece of color in the world, she carries a red umbrella.
It shines in the rain and she looks back at me.
A quizzical look on her face.
As if to say, come on! The world is beautiful, only if youʼd look at it my way.
So I take a chance, and follow her, but I fear she has changed her mind.
Twisting far away from me, in crowds that are made for the blind.
I run after her and her piece of color,”

-author unknown

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