Today, my wife joined me on my almost-kind-of-daily walk to the grocery store, which in our gloomy weather, has become a grim, grey march for munchies.
"It looks like we're living in a black and white movie out here," I comment.
"Well then, look at me," she says.
I do. She's got an apple red umbrella and a vivid orange macintosh coat. She looks like an advertisement for Technicolor™. Under the overcast clouds, she's my own personal sunshine.
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