|Blazing in the morning light.|
The scarlet of the cardinals who flitted away before I could snap their photo,
The vermillion of my new trench coat,
The ruby of a passing cyclist's backpack,
The write-me-a-ticket red of the SUV which passed me on the two-lane portion of Smiths Switch,
The rosiness of my cheeks, nose, and forehead after the morning commute.
Red. It's not just for tail lights any more.