Color Truth, by Eym

Rainbows display more colors than we may ever know.  As with human beings, the parade of true colors in nature out marches the imagination of anyone.

Some sort of green tulip leaves now flop upward above the dull yet crunchy brown dirt.  They pose near a plastic white fence my dogs and I pass.  We walk by them into many shades of gray pavement.  My little pals reveal shiny ebony with trim of yummy caramel tan.  Tires, like shoes on cars, stand there. Though also black, tires show a different tint next to my short dog boys.  For some reason the cars perching in their stalls display shades of gray pavement.

I do not understand why any safety minded person would make cars the same color as pavement or cement roads.  Perhaps some gone-wild logic of marketing believes that pavement gray cars look convincingly more road worthy.  Maybe we actually need to hide from a hoard of unseen sky marauding aliens that peer down at us as we travel about.  Both of these angles seem to overlook the obvious interpretation I make.  It is harder to safely see gray cars on gray roads.

Amid my gray worry, I must admit I have never walked into any of these gray cars resting there in parking lot 3.  This suggests that even in plain ole boring gray the variety of colors out runs my imagination.  The challenge of trying to match greens while in art school served to restate the same humbling truth.

By standard description our rainbow offers only six colors as it glows against the special backdrop of generous rain clouds.  This short sided summary leads us to miss a good deal of natural wonder.  Springtime will soon give us new encouraging colors.  Could it be that part of this surprise, year after year, stems from the unrealized diversity of true colors in flowers.

It is always springtime when we are really getting know another person, or when we are becoming the person we truly can be.  Just like flowers and rainbows, an amazing variety of true colors unfold in a lovely endless surprise of creation.

© Feb 2016

 

About the Author

A native of Colorado, she followed her Dad to the work bench to develop a love of using tools, building things and solving problems. Her Mother supported her talents in the arts. She sang her first solo at age 8. Childhood memories include playing cowboy with a real horse in the great outdoors. Professional involvements have included music, teaching, human services, and being a helper and handy woman. Her writing reflects her sixties identity and a noted fascination with nature, people and human causes. For Eydie, life is deep and joyous, ever challenging and so much fun.