***NOTE: I had to re-publish this a couple of times since WordPress wasn’t cooperating. Sorry if you’ve seen it more than once!***
Anyway. Here’s an interesting question: how would you describe your favorite color to a blind person? It’s HARD, isn’t it? I tried writing a description of my favorite color without the word “purple” in it, and had so much fun that I wrote a bunch more!
Today I’m going to try to describe ten different colors in no particular order using little poems or sketches in such a way that you can figure out which color I’m referring to without me actually naming it. (Did that make any sense?) I’ll follow each sketch with a photo in case you need a hint, so scroll slow if you don’t want spoilers. XD Have fun!
you are standing in the long shadow of a mighty maple tree as the sun sinks. the air is cool and moist with the promise of dew, but it carries a last, golden warmth in its hands. the rich, faded mountains stand calm and strong around you and you are alone, but home is just over the hill. the mountain waves lick up the sun as you stand in the velvet-soft silence, knee-deep in majestic comfort, heavy with the reassuring weight of being loved.
the sheets are fragrant with cleanliness, stark and smooth on the unwrinkled bed. the feeling is almost impossible to grasp – when you stare at it, it looks back, blank-faced, like a smooth, slippery nut you can’t grip and can’t crack. it goes on forever, unbroken – or maybe the end is just ahead. regardless, your mind is clean like winter air wiped clear of dust by falling snow.
there it is again – the perfect square of sunlight streaming through the window and covering the floor like a welcome mat. you step into the smile on the ground, warmed through like a perfectly toasted marshmallow, a laugh bubbling up inside. something wonderful must come of this melt-in-your-mouth joy!
the heavy cloth feels smooth and creamy against your skin. your toes sink deep into the carpet and you realize you never really knew til now that the world is full of incalculable riches, if you could only reach them. your heart pounds at the pulse of life beating just beyond your fingertips, and you feel a wild desire to chase it to the ends of the earth, to hold it by the handfuls and let it stream from your hair. you catch a breath and make a promise.
shuffling along a wide road with no one there, you feel the worn-out tiredness of this old, old world that longs to be new, and whisper a sigh. the sky is as heavy as your heart. the rain seeps into the cracks in your skin the way parched ground drinks up a hose’s offering. sometimes the rain feels good, but sometimes a storm comes and leaves the world desolate as if a tornado went through.
panic! there’s nothing here to hang on to, nowhere to set your feet. your hands are so far away – maybe they’re floating off into the night. your eyes open wider but all they take in is a blind heat that suffocates like a sack over the head. there is nothing to control; you are sinking forever.
a restless fire burns the soft bits of clouds from the sky, flames licking farther and farther until the mountain waves wash them out. glaring, sullen, the flame points to the spark, standing stiffly by the road and saying loudly that the work is never done, so stand back now.
eternally high, eternally deep, eternally wide, reflecting your heart like seamless glass. in the heat of your anger the breeze comes and you are washed over with peace so overflowing that it drips from your fingers and fills up your eyes. the clouds are gone today and who knows, maybe tomorrow too.
your laughter, your smiles, your gestures clearly show – no one can knock you down – you’ll pop up again with an exasperating persistence. you need a little cream, a little breeze, and you would be soft as a silken petal that curves through the air to rest on your cheeks like quiet blush.
your wide eyes stare up at mine in amazement. i know the way you feel – you throw a crumb into the earth and try to believe it will come up reborn. and it does – life from a speck, filled with the Creator’s breath. the world is new again and so are you, my darling; so are you.
Ahh, that was so much fun! I hope you enjoyed reading the post and trying to guess the colors. I want to know…
Could you guess the colors from my descriptions? Which poem or photo was your favorite? How would you describe YOUR favorite color to a blind person?
P. S. Photos taken with a variety of cameras and lenses, since some of these photos are from waaaay back. But I edited them all with picmonkey.com, per the usual.