Today, while out picking up some takeout from the local salad and panini emporium that we frequent, I spotted an older woman munching on a sandwich across the room.
In a room full of black puffer coats and nubby sweaters, of fleece jackets and parkas, she was a the one bright spot.
On a gloomy, overcast Sunday, she was decked out in a red sweater set, topped off with a red beret.
Perfectly poufed to one side.
It was like seeing the first tulip of spring start to poke its head out of the murky soil.