Days in black and white. Grey tones. I remember a day, I remember the exact moment. I can recall the sound of my footsteps on the gravel, my gaze on the ground, walking through a park on my way to the subway, at a drab time of year, looking up, and all of a sudden my vision changed, I could see colour! It wasn't until that very moment that I realised that my view of the world had been in black and white for more than a year. And as the moment unfolded, I saw dazzling shades of greys and browns and whites, that overwhelmed me with their sensational, luscious hues.