Today someone asked me what my favorite colors are.
Hot pink and orange.
Favorite nail polish?
Electric blue and purple.
I may often be cloaked in the black uniform of a New Yorker but my souls resonates with color. Brightness. Tone. Shades. Saturation.
I would love a job naming paint chips or nail polishes or yarn swatches, finding the words to describe the deepening turquoise at the horizon's edge on a sunny day in the Caribbean. Or the green that's more olive than spring but not even related to khaki.
The rich coral bordering on red that reflects off skyscrapers at sunrise.
The darkening purple blue of dusk.
The not quite white of snow falling in shadows.
Color feeds my soul. Sparks my imagination. Kick starts creativity in moments it might be challenged.
Feeling it's time to dive into a new project. Happy sigh.