The deeper the colours the more sunshine they absorb, the warmer they are to the touch.
Colours are the divine song as much as music and dance, for in the artistry of our creator lives the vibrancy of love.
Along the seafront was every color that could tumble from a box of pastels. In the sunlight they were soft no matter how bright the light became, and always just as pleasing as the gelato that sat in our waffle cones.
The colours after the rain were that bit more beautiful, like God had polished the world anew. And how could we resent those blessed drops? For with them came the greenery, the gay flowers and every other bit of life we so adored.
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