A gray-haired old man cradled a gray-haired old dog as he shuffled down a gray cement sidewalk on a gray overcast day.
The gray-haired old man stooped to examine a purple flower forcing its way up through a crack in the gray cement sidewalk.
The gray-haired old dog studied the purple flower closely and then looked at the gray-haired old man.
“We should take that purple flower home with us,” the gray-haired old dog said.
“We should indeed,” the gray-haired old man agreed.
He pinched the flower stem between two fingers and tugged it free from the gray cement sidewalk.
Pleased, the gray-haired old dog relaxed against the gray-haired old man’s chest.
Then the gray-haired old man continued walking on the gray cement sidewalk on the gray overcast day with the purple flower pressed behind his ear for safe keeping.
