Instead of things being in shades of gray, I wish that I could see things in a bright rainbow of colors.  Enjoying my cup of coffee in the morning would be a lavender…calming and savory.  My drive to work would be a bright yellow on a sunny day, a colbalt blue when it’s gloomy out and the fog hasn’t quite burned off and the dew still is sticking to the windshield and rolls down in little rivulets as soon as you pick up speed.

Reading outside on my breeze-filled patio would be kelly green.  The pages tinted from the reflection of the grass on the golf course, the sounds of men’s deep voices in the background; their words unintelligible, but comforting.  

A phone call from a friend would be silver.  Words slipping and sliding like liquid in between laughter and shared silences that are never awkward.  Some of the best silent moments I’ve had in my life have been with people who are miles away and just hearing their breathing reminds me of their importance in my life.

And laughter.  I think laughter must be all shades of blue.  There are so many different kinds of laughter.  The nervous laugh when you aren’t sure if something should be funny or not.  The laugh you are trying to hold in, but it is sneaking out past your smile and smirk.  Laughter that is silent.  Laughter that causes you to cry.  It’s funny how emotions hit you in that way.  Tears can be of joy and tears can be of pain.  Blues are like purple.  On one end you have blues with hints of passionate reds and the other you have them light and gray-tinted.

I’m trying to look at life as being full of color.  Vibrant.  Exciting.  New.  I need reminders every now and again, and seeing the color and life in small things everyday is going to help me know that it’s more than only two-sided.