The Color of Winter

I love color: the whole range of vibrant, full, potent, luscious color.

I love the seasons of the year that are full with color.

I’ve always felt that winter comes in last when it comes to color.

For a long time, I thought of winter as monochromatic.

That is, of course, completely erroneous. It was just how winter felt to me.

A few years ago, I made a commitment to myself that I would find things to love about winter.

That year, because of that commitment, I started to pay attention to the color of winter.

I noticed right away that the range of color in winter is much wider than grey to brown. This was a revelation to me.

I began to see the blue tones in the greys, and then I saw all the blues themselves. And I noticed that there are even a few greens, although somewhat subdued.

Then, I focused my attention on the deep, vibrant sunsets of winter. Some of the best sunsets ever are in the winter. The western sky often just explodes, with rich, deep oranges, purples, and reds, at sunset.

Tonight, I noticed a soft pink color that the light of the setting sun was casting on the snow. This was breathtaking in its subtlety.

Now, I am attuned to the color of winter, and I am especially appreciative of it, because I was oblivious to it for so long.

Where is the unexpected color in your life today?