"The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most."
--John Ruskin
It’s another gray, rainy winter day. I don’t mind the cold of winter so much. It’s the lack of color that gets to me. Everything appears to be a shade of gray, and I’m afraid my eyes will forget how to see in color. So I’m reminding them.
And after it rains
There's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack