Running at the park the other day, I noticed that the icy water in the river looked like frozen milk or giant hunks of diamonds, sitting in a reflection of the sky. It was a crisp day and I didn't think much of it until I was on my way home and stopped at the gas station. While fueling, a guy in a '68 Chevy Impala pulled up next to me. This thing was in mint condition and the driver, a young guy, got out. I started talking to him about it, he gave me a tour of the engine, and gave me the history of it. The paint was old white so I asked him what he was going to change it to.
"I'd really like to do a whitish-blue, something cold looking."
I said, "Like a frozen river?"
"Exactly, man, exactly! That's what I should call the color! Thanks!"
I like little things like that. They just happen. It's nothing really, but it makes me smile.
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