A glaze settled over her vision, tinting everything a murky brown. This winter no longer seemed gray but the sepia tones of daguerrotype Images: old-fashioned, detached, sullen in the moment captured. So many big fears had abated after the accident. Still, these small shifts of non-reality churned the dread That life would be forever altered, halted, and haunted By sensations beyond her control, Her own body turned against her. Such a small decision made resolute in depth -- A focus on color: just one. Her favorite color yellow would be her guide, symbol, theme, subconscious influence, mantra, and promise of return But where and how? A focus on what she new would hint of the brightness an egg yolk at morning a daffodil delivered in the vase by her bed her favorite childhood doll now resting in her arms She couldn't see the yellow, all muddled with everything else But she knew it was there Believed, Looked, Imagined, and Trusted. One day she asked for a break outdoors, with the yellow sun in the bright blue sky she had asked about. Bundled in blankets, her head gently nestled in full pillows, Loved ones next to her A nurse giddy to leave for a few minutes. She felt the warmth soak onto her skin, Heard birds chirping in the clearness, and Smelled crisp air, so she knew the sun was yellow Believed, Looked up, Imagined, and Trusted. The eyes danced with shapes and colors scattering, Pulling in and out of focus, Strains of brightness striking new blows, and Little by little the colors starting to come into focus. The days she left, she felt the quiver of spring's chill In the bottom of the breeze and a softer warmth for just a moment. Well, she didn't really, but she knew about spring winds, and she Believed, Open her arms, Imagined, and Trusted. Were there two birds she heard sitting outside? What was the taste? Did she even know? She could remember, and so she would With each morning, then after the naps, and into the evening She would assign what she knew to be true, Believing, Opening her mind to remember, Imagining, and Trusting. It was when the blossoms came two months later, When the lavenders, lilacs, pinks, creams, and soft greens Dappled together in whispered breezes And spread across her one day in the garden That she again saw the yellow, shyly lifting in happiness and hope. The brightness filled her, and she looked and looked and looked Once more and always Through soft tears of joy.