One day by some seemingly magical turn of event, Lily’s world becomes more than black and white. She looks in the sky and beyond the blinding white she can see the haze of the brightest yellow in the sun. She then looks around her surroundings to see what else she may be able to see through her new found point of view. Along the path to her front door she sees bright bursts of the color in the sunflowers, their petals leaning toward her slightly, as if searching for her hands to pluck them. She runs inside, eager to grab one of the firm yet sweet bananas on her kitchen counter. For the first time, it’s formidable color is able to entice her along with its sweet smell. Thirsty, she then slices into the fresh lemons her mother keeps in the fridge. She squeezes them into her awaiting mouth before filling the glass to make a fresh cup of lemonade. This yellow is a pale but tantalizing color. She can almost see the citrusy goodness bursting out of the glass. And imagines her body filling up with the vitality of vitamin C.