I went for a walk early in the morning, and as I made my way through the empty park I ran into a boy of seven. He asked me how I was, and I said "Not bad I guess, could be better." He kept the conversation going, and asked how life could possibly be better, and I smirked and foolishly replied with "It could always be better." He asked what I saw in the park and I looked around and said "The leaves are dead, and the sky is black, the snow and ice make today look quite bleak."

He smiled bright, grabbed my hand and led the way. As he led me down the path he softly said "Don't you think that black and white are some of the most beautiful colors, it gives you the chance to imagine and see colors unseen in this world."

He stopped and instructed me to close my eyes and so I humored this little fellow, and he started to count down and as he did so I started to feel a warmth growing inside, when he instructed I opened my eyes and there she sat, a beautiful girl with a book in hand bursting at the seams with colors I've never seen.