I have begun to see the world through a different lens. I’m not quite sure when or how it started, but the world around me has grown duller as I age. What was once a sky of sapphires has faded to quiet grays and subtle whites. The memories of my pets long passed have slowly been trickling down through the gutters of my mind, replaced by the pointless trains of information pouring from my iPhone.
The tiny screen seems to be the only source of color in my life sometimes and, reluctantly, my desperate brain takes it in hastily. However, color is not entirely gone. Nights with friends are scattered with vibrant oranges and wondrous yellows. Time with family paints bright, loving reds and soft, caring purples across the seasons. Holiday after holiday, birthday after birthday, the hues from the past find a way to shine through the cold of today, the colors ever shifting, ever growing.
