Dear Chance,
Pink & red?! Yes, sometimes we just get lucky. I guess that's what keeps us going on; getting out of bed and trying again: the hope that we might get lucky today.
There's a heap of unlucky chance, too, of course, and that thought can keep you in your bed, hoping that it will pass you by, just this once. It seems an odd sort of razor's edge to live on, and mostly we don't notice it and believe we are on a flat, smooth, level, un-cracked, surface.
Let's talk about it some more; meet me at the drugstore, bring a raincoat and a suitcase, bring your dark eyes.
