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!
Since the beginning of time, or there abouts, when plants began to grow on dryish land. The plants bloomed. They were different then strange and wild. They were beautiful against the bare and naked backdrop of rock.