There are those who, passing by you,
can drain the colors from your world,
and make even an autumnal park forget its brown and yellows.
They come as swiftly as they go,
leaving you in a black and white mood.
Black and white isn’t only the absence of colors, though.
It’s a way to be.
It sharpens the details and makes everything fit together somehow.
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Sadly, they don’t always come and go quickly. It takes knowing them to spot them. Sometimes I’ve spotted them too late.