Seeing colours

All it takes is a child to make you think, see, differently.
Dark colours, he told me, have 'dark' in them,
Light colours have summer in them.

How beautiful, I thought, to look at life that way.
To him, pink isn't fuchsia or orange, ochre.
His life is too full of joy and discoveries
He doesn't bother with the inanities, the little affectations I dwell on.

Take red.
Yes, paprika sounds so much more exotic.
Calling it that makes me feel so sophisticated, so suave
A woman of the world--one who reads her vogue and her elle too.
To him red is red, it means stop and danger. And of course, Lightning McQueen.
Paprika, what's that?


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