One evening this fall, just after a storm, I went outside to take pictures
of a lovely sunset. I turned back towards home and noticed the drive
was reflecting the purples and pinks of the clouds above.
That day, if anyone had asked me what color the pavement was
I'm sure I'd have said "mauve." It certainly wasn't black.
Back at the creek, a few brightly hued leaves turned into
jewels against the muddy taupe-colored rocks.