Pulling back the curtains of the bay window, the light of another new day splashed across the wooden floor. It was tinged pink, which made her look again at the sky beyond. Vivid pink and orange light was painted through the winter clouds, and the whole world was washed with these new colours. The familiar garden path looked exotic and inviting, and the old dried out flowers of the climbing hydrangea, which only the day before had been a dried out brown, were now luscious luminous pink. New colours for a new day.