My Newest Love Affair

When I was a child someone asked me what my favorite color was, and when I didn't have an answer, it occurred to me that I was suppose to have a favorite. Before then, I never really thought about which color I liked above all the others, I just enjoyed them all. So, as that child, I somehow decided that one of the colors were my favorite. I think at the time I choose green. I remember having a green pair of shorts and jeans and being disappointed that I couldn't find green nail polish. A few years down the road I decided that green was not really the color I loved, and decided I wanted a new favorite and at that point I picked red. It seems weird to me now that I would determine that a color would now be my new favorite, as if I could make myself like it above all others, but I was determined at the time that red was going to be my favorite. And for a long time I really did love red more than all other colors. When I read those silly personality indicators based on your favorite color, I always identified with the red traits the most, so I knew I had picked right. Then, as time passed, red seemed to harsh and I found myself gravitating towards pink. Pink clothes, pink shoes, pink accessories, pink, pink, pink! This kinda made me uncomfortable though because it seemed much more prissy than I felt inside. Still, pink was what I always picked somehow. The pink years lasted about as long as the red years. Then without notice something new started happening. And, it seemed to coincide with new things happening in my life also. Suddenly this new color started to attract me, and before I knew it, I wanted everything in the new color. I bought a watch, then a dress, and then a bikini, and soon I had another dress and some tank tops and a V-neck sweater, and before long I realized, I absolutely loved everything that was yellow. I found myself buying yellow tshirts and yellow towels and another yellow dress and my newest yellow purchase: a beautiful yellow bag that I adore. Now, everything that I see that is yellow I love. It reminds me a sunny happy days, and I absolutely can note get enough of it.

The Front Porch

One of the great joys of my life right now is sitting on the front porch. I love to be outside, and since my porch is screened in, its like being outside, but not. Its like having the pleasure of being outside, without the bugs. I sit out here and watch the traffic go by and I send email and I read books. It's just so peaceful out here on the porch. I guess many people wouldn't consider it peaceful because the traffic is constant. But I don't mind that. Its a sharp opposite balance that brings me deep delight- The traffic is constant and never peaceful, people are rushing and walking and hurrying to get somewhere, the traffic lines up all the way down the street to my building, people hate having to take my road south to go home. But Me, I am still and quiet and serene, the exact opposite of the traffic, and I like to watch it and be still and hear the sounds of the city all around me. I guess it might be harder to explain than I thought it would be. I like to wonder where all those people are going. Perhaps its like the combination of mountains and valley's. The mountain seems quite high from a flat place, but from a valley it seems exceptionally high. So, perhaps because I am being still right on the porch near where people are still rushing and being busy, it makes my stillness seem more still and satisfying. Someone said once: "as much of an annoyance that it may be [the traffic], it is nice at the same time. You're sitting in your place relaxed, candles burning, cozy and warm, slowed from your busy life. Then, outside the chaos continues. Sounds of people frantically going from a to b to c back to a. Ambulances, police, marta, and the occasional drunken bum stumbling up the street shouting a loud. City life, isn't it great." I couldn't agree more.