I live in the southwest Texas desert. If you like color you’re screwed. Everything here is brown or more brown. Oh wait, there’s blue, as in a never-ending blue sky for 350 days out of the year. When I moved back here from living in a really green area for twelve years I thought I’d be heartbroken but I’m not. There are instead intense moments of color splashed across the sky in an evening sunset or during a rainstorm with a full-sized rainbow or during our pathetic ‘monsoon’ season when the weeds with their blooms takes over for a couple of weeks. Those brief moments make everything come alive. People smile more. That could be my imagination but I know I feel like my load has lightened. At night the place is humming with orange and white lights from cars, buildings, and streetlights. Basically if you look for color, you’re bound to find it or be satisfied with its fleeting moments of glory.
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I know exactly what you mean by people smiling more. We’ve had the wettest weather on record and it’s miserable. But when the sun shimes, we smile, feel uplifted and just happier with the world because it’s bright, warm and bursting with colour from the flowers, grass and trees to the clothes people wear. Excellent piece. xx
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