April 17, 2001

Color
an April Ampersand contribution

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Momentary Thought

I insist on using the "Amurricanized" spelling of the word "color", rather than "colour" - even though the latter spelling seems... more like its intent, for some reason.


High/Low

High: Calvin's home tonight, and Buffy's *not* (for the love of God!) a rerun! Woo!

Low: Nothing in particular, really.


Current Obsession

TWA chat, I'm afraid. Yarg. No homework done for me last night, no indeedy.


Grin Source

Jen. True, tis sad; sad, tis true. And I'm speaking from experience, here.


Singing

I'm gonna keep on lovin' you... cuz it's the only thing I wanna do... REO Speedwagon - Greatest Hits


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Green

The color of Maine, the color of home. Trees, grass, trees, ferns, trees trees trees. So many trees that it makes the place seem small. So many trees it makes the place seem vast.

The smell of grass clippings, and of pine needles crushed in my hand. Chewing on a stem of long, growing hay in July. The earth after a rain storm.

Brown

Arizona, washed in differing colors of brown until everything you can see is a uniform shade. Brown mountains. Dry, cracked land. Burnt and wilted grass. Dust storms that coat the houses.

Summer heat, and monsoons that leave the taste of earth at the back of your throat.

Gypsy's liquid eyes.

Gold

Calvin, with gold tinted highlights in his hair that catch the sunlight. Flecks of gold in his eyes (sometimes green, sometimes hazel) that make his eyes sparkle. The scent of his skin, so like golden honey it makes my mouth water. The taste of his kisses, too.

The strength of his personality. His integrity, his faith, and his love.

Blue

First-place ribbons that hung in my childhood bedroom. Picking blueberries with my grandmother for blueberry pie. Shadowed, freshly fallen snow.

The sky in April. Listening to Eric Clapton. Very-Berry Kool-Aid.

Red

Eating watermelon at the neighbors, and spitting the seeds at Brad. Home-made fruit punch popsicles. Marie's mouth, pursed into a bow as she sleeps.

Cherry Jolly Ranchers. My cheeks after an afternoon spent building snow forts as a child. Gadget's lolling tongue. The first color of the first thing we learned in art class in second grade - ROY G BIV.

Black

A moonless night in Maine. Giggling under the covers with Calvin. Sleeping in the tent in Grandma's back yard. Grandma's currant jam.

Suppressed insecurities and fears.



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©Laura Charon 2000, 2001.