Brown

When my eyes stay unfocused while riding the train, all I see is a blurry smear of color out my window. Today, since it is still winter, that smear is a light grey-brown one with hints of purple. 

The purple isn't really there, it is an illusion your brain must do in order to add life or happiness to any situation. Seeing the silver lining, as it were.

I'm looking out the window because the 11am train into town is almost empty. I would suggest it for commute time if you worked, say, a 12p-8p shift.

The topskin of concrete is still dark, having absorbed some rain. I cannot wait until my commute is a red or yellow variety, and ultimately a bright green one.