So back in the 90s I would gout out for run and after coming back to wash my clothes, the lint dryer was this color purple (or lavender). No big at first. Maybe some pollen. Then one night under a full moon running amidst a black and white gleam, I scaled a peak at Harriman State Park. At the top I stopped to appreciate. Then, I looked out into the distance to see the lights of Manhattan and there it was, a bit darker of a shade, but a distinct purple glow.
Some of the time I took my MOTORCYCLE. Weird riding after an intense run.