her top was yellow;
the same as my socks.
i noted that in my mind as fate.

reluctant to argue with divine intervention,
i told her that yellow was my favourite colour,
not necessarily a lie, but rather a brand new truth.
she smiled, and told me she liked baby blue;

the colour of my shirt.

our first child was given a green blanket by an aunt.
purely coincidence, i thought, or maybe this really was fate.

it was my new favourite colour.