We go out for cake. The cappuccino is delivered in an artisan cup and a shallow bowl for a saucer. The bowl has a beautiful blue glaze. I take a snapshot, knowing the cellphone can’t capture the depth and exact hue. It comes close enough. I will not waste time on this.
Looking at the picture later it is not even remotely blue.
Then I recall we had been sitting under an orange umbrella.
My eyes adjust to the surroundings. I can’t trust what I see.
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