It wasn't until I closed my eyes for the night that I remembered...framed by the cold, hard bluish-grey of the rest of the day, it was a glowing orange-red moment of warmth that saturated my interior, something akin to the warmth of this canvas' colors (even the blue) saturating my retina.
Image of Mark Rothko #14 from www.sfmoma.org
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