Today's prompt is COLOUR.
I love colour. Mostly on my nails. I think colour is the aphrodisiac of the eyes. Yesterday I was in a bar with plush red booths, dark lighting, and red undertones, and the whole effect was so...well, sexy. It's amazing what colour can do to our minds.
These colours remind me of summer heat. Of that oppressive, unbearable heat you remember from summer vacations when your parents insisted that central air was too expensive, and ceiling fans worked just as well. This parental fairy tale is brought to you by the parents who got you to believe in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. So you spend your summer lying on the floor in front of the box fan, trying to get comfortable enough to read your way through the entire Goosebumps series before school starts again.
Mustard yellow and navy blue are the colours of fall. Long walks to the train station in weather that yo-yos from summer's unbeatable heat (see above) to the first snowfall that whets your appetite for what's to come. The smell of smoke from a fireplace drifts into your consciousness. Little by little, almost imperceptibly, the leaves start to change and then vanish, and road crews sneakily remove them before you get to enjoy them. Isn't that just like Fall? You wait so long for the promise of pumpkin patches and apple picking, hayrides and haunted houses, and before you know it the leaves are being hauled off and the Halloween candy is stale.
Winter is always like a black and white film - white and grey. White snow, grey slush. White sky, grey sidewalks. And black pea coats at far as the eye can see. My first few years in New York there have been massive blizzards right around Christmastime. One hit when I was underground in the subway. I went into the train at dusk and emerged the other side in Hoth. The sun had set and the black sky turned light with all the white flakes blowing around. Already, huge drifts of snow had begun to form. It was like walking in a snowglobe, if you'll forgive a tired cliche, because the snow not only fell down and built up, it seemed to swirl all around. Over a foot of snow fell overnight and I'll never forget walking home in the midst of it. There was no traffic, no pedestrians, only silence and the oppressive whiteness of it.
Finally, if you'll allow me one more tired cliche, Spring ushers in an era of soft pastels. People break free of their black wool armor and start to don light colours again. Gauzy scarves and flowy skirts come out of storage and back into the wardrobe. Speculation over colour trends starts buzzing. Coral! Mint! Tangerine! Lavender! Everyone tries to guess and flaunt the newest bright cheerful hue. It's optimism! It's rebirth! It's always in pastel.
Thanks for following along with my bizarre concept. These pictures are all of the bridge that I can see from my bedroom window. Share your colour stories with Lauren at The Little Things We Do!