“I can sing a rainbow” I love this song. I was forever going around singing parts of it when I taught preschool.
I’ve always been particular about colors and shades of colors, but it wasn’t until I took some art classes that I realized how much I love certain colors.
Cerulean blue, sky blue, that crisp clear vibrant shade of blue that speaks to me of bright spring mornings unblemished by winter’s smog or summer’s fog. The kind of sky that inhabits fairy tales and tales of Peter Rabbit.
I like it paired up with white, as in clouds, or puffs of fairy smoke, or the tips of waves in a tropical sea.
I see it reflected against the snow on alpine ski slopes and in the lovely shades of blue in Easter dresses.
I see it in the plaids of a sunny first day of school shirt and in the wool of a southern winter scarf.
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