It  so happened that rose was her favorite color. She wore it in the fabrics wrapped around her neck. Had a sweater than swam in its murky red. And she drank it heavily at all times of the year in the light colored wines. Her cup of choice was an earthen jar she had found at a garage sale some years back. Its dark green and browns hugging closely to the legs of the wine; sloshing around its dark cylinder. In the heat of the summer, head tilted slightly she called out