I love colors.
I love them so much, in fact, that I do not have a favorite one--I just can't choose. It changes on an [almost] daily basis.
So, I thought a picture of my color-changing snowflakes would be appropriate. (Thanks Aunt Beth!!) I love that they are as fickle as I am in their choice of color; I could probably stare at them for hours.
I'm drawn to colorful things. Even the pens aisle at Staples reels me in effortlessly.
It's such a simple thing, really, but the presence of color in my life makes me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love 'I Love Lucy' reruns, and The Andy Griffith Show can only be watched in black and white--the absence of color in those situations is purely acceptable, required even. But I'm so grateful we don't see like that.
And I'm grateful that I'm surrounded by colors.
I'm grateful that I can paint my nails crazy colors (regardless of the fact that lasts only two days)
I'm grateful for my snowflakes.
I'm grateful for colorful flowers.
I'm grateful that colors add dimension and vibrancy to ordinary things in life.
I'm grateful that there are myriad shades of different colors.
I'm grateful for COLOR.
"The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most."
~John Ruskin
