Small steps on the bridge

Thoughts of a person who's taking a walk.

::The city is terribly gray and sad today. The fog overflows the bridge and the view is completely dimmed by a tiny and heavy smoke. We need to paint the asphalt: every street, every path could be of a different color. Like the freeway: green. Or the streets in the city: blue. Or the parkings: gilded. Or the paths in the middle of parks and flowers: pink or charming... In this way, even if it's raining, the world could be shining and it could sparkling. Because of drops::

Colors as saving sadness