Touches of red punctuate the day.
The way rose-coloured glass stands on guard for a hub of domesticity.
How curling rocks roll up to camouflage against painted Timmy's cups: red granite on pebbled ice.
The way road closure maps scream a blood-coloured warning. Stay away commands the network of red lines, a spider's web of blizzard-blocked highways. There's a good reason you don't travel to the cottage in winter.
The winter tomatoes, though, are pale pink, at best.