My doctor’s office is purple. Bright purple. The receptionist’s hair is turquoise, or sometimes lime green.
Wearing blue jeans, blue shoes, and a blue shirt, I feel monochromatic as I rest in the orange stuffed chair in the waiting room. I observe a tank of tropical fish, the purple walls singing behind them.
Despite the contrast of the reserve of my outfit and the risk of the colors around me, I feel at home here. Like I belong.