Periwinkle

When I tell people that my favorite color is Periwinkle, I receive an all too familiar confused look.

And I'm usually left to sputter a half-brained explanation-

Of how this color is my calm,

My peace,

The core of my soul.

Of how all that I am and aspire to be reside in the various hues of light purples and blues that make up my heart.

How do I define to those that see all of the vibrancies in the world and to those trapped in worlds drowned in shades of gray that my Periwinkle has been ever un-changing?

That, even as a small child, I knew-

Confidence and acceptance;

Hope and love

When I engrossed myself in its depths?

That even as other colors began to falter and fade from my sight or to lose their precious vibrancy, that just one look, one glance at my beloved Periwinkle and that missing puzzle piece has found its home in completing the picture?

When I tell people that my favorite color is Periwinkle, I get the same puzzled stare.

And I no longer stutter to attempt clarification.

I have no need to analyze an obvious observation.

Periwinkle is a part of my heart.

My inspiration.

My art.