The subconscious mind works in weird ways!
C spilled the cranberry sauce and it went flying across the kitchen and splattered an unbelievable number of surfaces, including the curtains. Surprisingly, the cranberry-sauce bowl did not shatter. But everything in the kitchen was now flecked or dyed red.
As I was cleaning it up, I started humming a Chinese song I used to hear on the radio when I was studying in Taiwan, long ago. I hadn't even thought of it for ten years or more. Suddenly I realized that the words I was singing, 只是朱顏改, meant, "Everything turned crimson."