You open the door. There it is... green. It puzzles you since you have grown accustomed to notice this color in different settings. Why is it that you have set your own expectations regarding colors?! Why is it that the green color should only be found outside?! And, eventually, only during spring?! Or maybe it's a sort of defence mechanism. You forget in order not to suffer. Since once you remember you suffer. "The pain now is part of the happiness then". Somehow C.S. Lewis' quote does not alleviate the pain. But what does it really?
