I am orange

I am orange.

Orange is loud. Sharp. Bright. Demanding.

Orange is the colour of traffic cones. Flames that burn. Unnatural skin.

Orange can hurt the eyes, make them sting when they’re tired, make them look away.

Orange didn’t have its own name until a lovely fruit came on the scene.

Fresh, full of sunshine and juice, sweet and deliciously sour in the same tasting.

You have to do more than peel away the bright skin to get to the essence of orange.

To fully enjoy what it has to offer, you need to peel away the bitterness that clings to it.

Then enjoy each segment for what it is – an imperfect part of the whole.

Orange is full of contradictions. Sweet and sour. Overwhelming and nurturing. Messy and segmented.

I am orange.