There's something so instantly recognizable about that red.
It looks bright on the sunny side of a building and deeper when you stand in the shadows. It can be almost pink sometimes, like a pair of preppy chinos, or dull like rust or brick.
I knew that New Fairfield's Little Red Schoolhouse was somewhere on Brush Hill Road, though I wasn't sure of its exact address. But I spotted it right away, because you can't mistake that color. It stands out perfectly against a bright blue sky, a few autumn leaves still hanging on to their branches, an early snowfall...or all three.
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