For the last several months, every time I saw an orange vehicle, I commented on how ugly it was. I had no idea I had such strong feelings, but then my eyes have not been assaulted that way until recently.

I began to think of colors, naming people I know whose favorite color is blue, green, yellow, red, or purple. I don’t know of a single person who favors orange over all the pretty colors. Having chastised myself for being critical of the color, I promise I won’t think less of a person who admits to favoring orange.

I’m beginning to feel sorry for Orange, being an outcast of sorts. I’m going to try to be nicer about it now.