A Purple Curfew.

It may have been the early, rising sun.

It may have been my glasses, I was wearing them because I was driving.

Or it could have been a combination of all three things; the glasses, the driving and the first of the morning sun.

Or perhaps just my eyes?

I have driven this road many times, often at first light, my glasses live on the dashboard so they are easily at hand and my eyes have never left me.

But this day, the white lines at the side of the road were purple; the central one also.

The purple looked good on the black, as equally striking as the usual white.

Why not? I thought.

Ok, maybe not so good at night-time, but there is a curfew at 6pm, so it’s not necessarily an issue.