Colors are strange for me. I just don’t see the world through their lense. No matter how much i wish i did, so that i could enjoy paintings and nuance in art the way everyone else does, i don’t. For me the world is entirely made up of tones of black, white, and grey. I don’t think there’s been a time when i’ve appreciated that. I mean, i guess if i were more optimistic i could find a bright side. I suppose being able to see depth in a world seemingly so monotone should seem poetic, but i’ve always wished to see colors the way everyone else does.

I’ve heard colors described before, but what people don’t notice is that those descriptions of color only help when you already know what the color is. So i live completely unaware of the wonderful world of colors thay billions of other people get to enjoy.

Until today, when i saw a tone so subtle, it might’ve just been gray. I was walking down the street, and there were chalk drawings. The drawung the color was in was of the beach, and it represented the waves, and i can’t imagine a more perfect color for ocean waves. I can’t imagine colors at all, but this one just felt right.

The color was cold, but warm too somehow. It felt inviting, and all i wanted to do was stare at it. I don’t know what it’s called, i can’t tell the color names apart, but it was beautiful. It didn’t remind me of emotions, like how most people describe colors. It didn’t remind me of a winter day, or the sunshine, or of staying home all day while it rained.

I’m not sure exactly how to decribe it, but it felt perfect. It felt as if everything should be that same beautiful hugh, but then i suppose it would get watered down like every other color i can see.

I want to see it more though, but i haven’t noticed it since then. I haven’t noticed the muted tone in the sky, or the grass, or buildings, although i wish i did. I don’t know if i could ever get over seeing a color that gorgeous, and i hope there’s more.