I chose yellow.
A bright shiny yellow full of happiness and sunshine.
The family was okay with it in concept.
Until they weren't.
The veto came in loud and clear.
So I did what any rational adult would do. I closed my eyes And spitefully Let my finger land.
I copied down the number and sent it to the painter.
Committed to the randomness.
He tracked down the hue. And voila.
My friend, Nate, asked
"What color would you call your house?"
I forgot the name.
Nate: "It's robyn's egg blue!"
Yes, that seems right for the nest. A nest that has seen a lot of sadness these past couple of years; Ready to be reclaimed and loved again.