I look around and suddenly I realize, there is no color anywhere I look. Every thing is varying colors of blacks, grays and whites. The world seems to melt together. I smell stagnant smoke from industry and cars. A mute gray haze lingers in the sky where I gaze. I am standing on a gray sidewalk, next to the deep black street. In my yard is pale gray dirt, which meets the base of my dove white house. I am depressed, there is no joy. No reason to take the walk I had planned. I return indoors to my charcoal gray couch. I sleep--when I awake, I pray God will have restored the beauty of flowers to my world. All will be as it should again!