I remember as a kid that we held our favorite colour as a banner helping define ourselves. It was something that adults thought of very little, but children used a probing question to get to the fundamentals.
I used to have my favorite colour as pink, and then closely followed by my favorite second favorite colour purple. Then somewhere I switched to blue. And settled on red for a while. It’s not something that I think about much now. I consider colour when I am buying clothes, or when painting walls.
But I do still have a favorite colour, it’s just a little bit more detailed now. My favorite colour occurs in very late evening or very early dawn. A clear sky, very little light, and a blue that is as rich and deep as darkness. The silhouettes of trees or buildings in black in front.
January 16th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: