Orange

It was a clear morning in the middle of September. A volunteer work crew lined the streets of Woodburn leaving trails of half full yellow trash bags behind them. All the volunteers were draped with generic reflective vests over thick sweatshirts and coats, no doubt to prevent any untimely deaths from the speeding cars that surrounded them.

However, one woman stood out from the rest.  Her shoes were yellow, bright enough to glow.  She wore a pair of freshly washed orange construction pants and a matching orange sweatshirt.  Over the sweatshirt was the orange and yellow reflective vest that was a sliver too large, so it hung down loosely past her waist.  Her hair was cut short, covered almost fully by a red trucker hat.  And if she was not visible enough already in her florescent color display, attached to her hat was an orange lawn marker flag that wiggled in the wind a foot above her head.

Yes, orange woman, everyone saw you.  Although, I am almost certain that no one would have seen you without the flag.  It’s a good thing you decided to add that extra touch.  Mission “Visibility” accomplished.