At about midnight, the owl shrieked and the
crow swept by, settling for the middle spot on the roof of his house. The
witching hours had been ushered in.
Yesterday’s blues had gone, to be replaced with today’s reds…
- Sir
McKay Fanny (Shot in the Head
and Dead)
It’s
amazing when it’s on only certain designated days you notice what probably has
always been there, like my red ribbon, which I use to signify that I have a
part in fighting the AIDS scourge. I had been wearing it for a while but only
this morning did a young lassie notice it, predictably because today is
Valentine’s Day.
She’s not the only one and I do not really wear red ribbons
around, AIDS or no AIDS, -_-.
That said,
I didn’t wake up today trying to notice what nuances red would assume. It just
so happened that as I was about to board my bus today, a young lass (they are
always lasses) I saw yesterday in my bus had dressed up in a contraption of red,
white, and some other colours my brain fails to recall now. No time. She wasn’t
in my bus today, only the next one.