They were portals.
Portals into each color of the rainbow. In Yellow, there’s no such thing as a rose, and Blue cannot exist. Green does not know the flame of Red, nor the tinge of Orange at daybreak.
But I know what true color is, and not one color has ever felt the same as another.
In Red there is no clear-sky blue, no lily pad greens, or even the deep violet of clouds as sunset turns to twilight. You may delight in the many cheery roses, the sweet succulent cherries, and the deep richnes...
Published on October 02, 2015 16:13