It was Tuesday afternoon and I was walking to class. It was a grey, cloudy sort of day, where all the colors seemed muted somehow, except one plant covered in bright majenta flowers.
It had been cloudy all week, and the week was only two days long so far. The light seemed to turn everything a little bit grayer than usual as though the world was covered in a layer of soot. The entire world looked dull, tired. But as I was walking I saw a bush covered in magenta flowers, and for some reason, the clouds hadn’t coated them in soot. The color was as bright as on sunny day, and seemed all the brighter for the dreary backdrop. I couldn’t help but smile. The color of these flowers must have been just the right hue to catch and reflect the light that made it through the clouds. One beautiful thing on a dreary day.