I can’t tell you how hungry I am for COLOR. Of the so very many things I missed in this year of pandemic cloistering, the vibrancy of color was near the top of the list! Color is joy and movement and travel. Color is life writ large.
Today, I offer you this photo snapped on the streets of a small Tuscan town, as a testament to beauty. As a promise to myself that I will get out and travel to colorful places again soon.
Spring has sprung where I live. The world is, indeed, looking more colorful that just a few weeks ago. It’s a start . . . but not enough. I feel pinned in by my large American city. Impractical as it is this year, I want to wake up in Tuscany to warm bread, bright fruit jam, and the most extraordinary cup of cappuccino I’ve ever tasted. I want to get up close and personal to some place new and exciting, where colors come in hues I’ve never seen before.