But an old brown Vermont barn roof was revealed, quite clearly, to be salmon red. Yards full of leafy trees and plants suddenly had different shades of green. Everywhere I looked, desaturated or barely discernible red things were popping.
… It was like a peek into a world I knew existed, but had never been allowed to see.
The pair of glasses that cured David Pogue’s colorblindness. Such a great story.