The Pink House on Sprague Street

It's big, it's bold, it's begging to be noticed and on most days I might gloss over it but tonight I saw it standing pink and proud. I wonder who would choose such a color? Most would think, perhaps, that it's a very poor choice, stemming from overweening ego, exceptionally bad taste or an inability to actually see what color that is. Tonight I preferred to believe that the homeowner is simply filled with enough joy to paint their home a color they love and that they don't care a fig what anyone else thinks of it. Tomorrow I'll probably revert to the exceptionally bad taste theory but it's nice to put judgment on hold for a while.