This evening I was thinking about color agnosia, which is a disorder inflicted on people who have suffered damage to a particular part of the brain. Its victims have lost the knowledge of color, even though their retinas still register different wavelengths of light.  As a result, their brains perceive a world of black, white and shades of gray.  Like television back when I was a kid.

I suddenly realized, that's the perfect metaphor for use in the scene I will write tomorrow morning, in my current work-in-progress.

It is not just perfect. It is poetic.

A neuroscientist once told me that creativity is seeing the underlying connections between seemingly unconnected things.

I do love these little "Eureka" moments.