The overcast grays, the rusty leaves.
You’d think the winter landscape was colorless. But there’s color in special places.
And then suddenly two bald eagles fly up from the side of the road, disturbed from their carcass feast as you drive by and you gasp as their beautiful large wings spread in front of your truck hood. So black and white and regal.
A turquoise blue vintage truck parked next to a boat out of the water pops from my peripheral vision. Someone’s weekend life waiting to be reborn.
A little faded red-painted outhouse with a wreath on it’s door beside the road. I think, what would Hollywood pay to move this treasure to a movie set.
And as I twist down the tree-lined lane to retrieve my daughter from her daycare house, I spot a bright oddly located floral wreath on a stand in the trees off to the right and realize this marks the place where someone dear and loved lost their life. Colorful is what you see when you look.