|I dearly loved all of the yellow taxis on a rainy Saturday|
|Near Central Park, after breakfast at Sarabeth's with my oldest brother and sis in law.|
|The Metropolitan Museum of Art|
|The windows of Bergdorf Goodman|
|Yellow taxis and Tracey|
But the palette of the rain, the gray, and the bright yellow taxis with light glinting off puddles, made me feel completely happy, like being in the midst of an oil painting.