A grey grey day: Grey sky, grey plants, grey buildings, grey streets, grey rain filling grey puddles.
Only a few splashes of color: A red Honda parked nearby. A red Jeep parked across the street – (its headlights were left on). A pink and blue flyer pasted to a (grey) lamppost beside the Jeep. Half a block down the hill, a billboard (dimly lit by an overhead light) printed in fluorescent colors. Beneath the billboard, a pale blue phone booth, its hood is decorated by a backlit sign bearing one of the local phone company’s old names. (Everything else is sky, plants, buildings, streets, and rain – grey.)
“Grey”? I always thought you were an American…
I am American. But I spell it “Amarican”. So what do I know?