Whether it's the soft blue of the sky, the vibrant blush of a flower's petal or the bright yellow of rain boots, color inspires our emotions. It is expression, it is implications, it is our world.
11.30.2010
Soup, snowmen, and sickness
When flu season rolls around, many would describe themselves as "light-headed." I can't relate. My head feels like a bowling ball, my sinuses are as heavy as an elephant and my forehead is made out of solid iron, I swear. I'm coma'd up from medicine and soup, and my designated sitting spot in front of the heater is getting old.
My sickness came on quickly the day after I returned from my mini-Thanksgiving vaca, an after-effect of traveling or perhaps simply the cold weather. Despite my constant complaints, I really enjoyed the northern California weather. Little things like sliding on the icy grass and defrosting the windshield truly melted my heart (but not my fingers, unfortunately).
Blizzard blue: the color of my sickness-induced mood, snowflakes and my toes in the winter. Although I've been called a wimp when it comes to the cold, I am bound and determined to live in a snowy region. I shall strap tennis rackets to my feet and make snowmen from dawn until dusk. But until then, I am bundled from nose to toe as I head out to face the 64-degree San Diego weather. Wish me luck.
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