I was late for my appointment at the hospital yesterday.  I had misread the instructions.  The receptionist pointed down the hallway to a waiting room.

I walked perturbed … at myself.  A silly mistake.  I should have been more focused.

And then the room.  Ordinary except for the chairs.  There they sat: orange, red, blue and lime green.  And I sat with them, smiling at their bright hello.  Things weren’t so bad.

Thank you, dear colours.  How they’ve touched my eyes down the years.  I love how sometimes they blend together, how gracefully yellow becomes green.

I love writing … such as right now.  Usually I don’t plan as I write.  Things just emerge.  And it seems that my sentences have colour – different ones show up on my phone screen.  Sometimes I’m boldly red, at other times it’s robin’s egg blue … so gentle in the wondering.

And also in the speaking.  May there be a lilt in my voice, feathered at the edges so the breeze can blow through.  Whether it’s assertion or wondrous beholding, may the hues speak volumes.

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Thank God I’m not blind

There is so much beauty to be seen

And to be reflected upon