Poor, poor Gabriel. The "rustic orange" turned out to be more neon than rustic, and as my sister observed, "He looks like he fell into a can of paint." I must say, it was a perfect description.
I tried sanding some of it off, but it just looked dusty. What's sad is that he trusted me and I let him down. He looked like a hugh glowworm.
I decided to run an errand and see how he looked sitting at the front door when I got back. Maybe time would help. Maybe I was only temporarily stunned. Yes, that was it. But when I looked back at Gabriel while pulling out of the driveway, he reminded me of a large circus peanut candy, and I was sorry I hadn't done better by him.
Back at the house again after my errand, the sun was setting with a quiet golden glow, leaving dappled shadows on Gabriel's little peanut self. "Hmmm," I thought. Not so bad. He was still stunning, of course, in his neon way, but with more dignity than I noticed at first. I told myself that against the red door, his glow was a focal point. Space-like and futuristic.