I was horrified to pick up a red marker in the office. The red ink has been concealed in a black marker shell, an elementaryish manner unforseen in a corporate world.
But it could be a sign. A sign that I just figured a little later on. I might really be meant to use that red marker. Because chances are, I will be a red marker's best friend from the moment I used it (after a very long time) until the rest of my life.
Of course, I could be wrong.
However, I could be that red ink in a black marker shell: My calling bleeds within the hollows of my career.