[ WP ] A man/woman is grayscale color blind . S/he can see individuals in full color when they are having either the best or worst days of their lives .

On a this quite Monday I woke with a start. Sunlight broke through the shades as I got ready for the day. `` Does n't take too long to get ready at least,'' I chuckle to myself as I do every morning. 
 
 Today was different. Work would have to wait. I needed a break from the them today. That grey building with its grey people would be there tomorrow, the same as ever. No one was out on the streets. Strange how quite the city is this late Monday. 
 
 The park is covered in a light dew still smelling faintly of summer's sun. I take my place on that bench, rusty and worn, I've known so well. 
 
 The first passes. A beautiful woman, in a patterned dress. It's beautiful. Her lips shimmer red, and her hair the faintest of auburn; it shimmers like threads of gold in today's light. She walks by before I can even see her face. Who knows how she lives today. He crosses her path briskly. A cracked smile and ruffled hair. His is dark brown like his eyes. They are fixed on some nothing off in the distance. Like that they've walked out of my world and off into their own. 
 
 A gentleman stops by. He asks if the seat beside me is taken; of course not. His brilliant green eyes smile at mine knowingly. `` How do you feel today,'' he inquires, `` do you understand why yet?'' As he says this a group of children on a school trip rush by in a flurry of maroon uniforms. Their exasperated teacher yells after them, her face pink with exertion. I do n't understand why at all. 
 
 `` Today is the best day, is n't it?'' the man prods again. I do n't think it is. Today is the worst day yet even. But so was yesterday. It just keeps getting worse. No motivation to get away from it at all. 
 
 `` Do n't believe me? I'm a doctor after all, my judgement is trusted by those far and wide. What do you think of this morning?'' 
 
 What do I think of this morning? It's new. Fresh. It's something posed still, like a painting on a wall. Beautiful and organic. I ready my reply, and each word falls out of my mouth with a faint ding. 
 
 `` Today is a day unlike any other before. I guess that's a beautiful thing in and of itself.'' 
 
 The doctor cracks a smile for the first time. Faint brown lips part to reveal a set of perfect teeth, slightly yellowed with age. 
 
 `` Then you finally see why. I feel quite better now, I should think. Thank you for that, young man.'' 
 
 He grabs his coat and walks off with a slight nod. There's a spring in his step. I chuckle and smile at this silly little Monday morning.
