SEVERAL DOZEN EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the hamper, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a gleaming heap of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect oval, its smooth shell a pleasant shade of baby pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her extensive experience. A smile spread across her face, and

Upon the rustic table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their gentle shades seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look.