A Colourful Life

The feeling of power and smugness of the lick of red paint at the end of our fingers,

The audible crunch and whisper of movement after throwing the many shades of an orange autumn, in the air with laughter,

The melting softness of yellow, wispy down on our hearts childhood naivety, with every “peep“,

The playful run and fall across a dewy paddock of green in the middle of nowhere in the filtering morning light,

The initial jolting sensation of a seaside dive into a salty winter wave,

The sweep of an indigo brush across a canvas of white, creating the illusion of confidence and direction,

The predictable, frantic hum of bees on a hedge of violet lavenders, headily baking in the summer sun,

The random, sprinkled moments in time, make the unique rainbow of a colourful life.