Beige

Life, some might say, isn't a technicolor explosion. It's a vast canvas painted in a symphony of beiges. The baseline, the ground tone, is a neutral existence, a dreary beige. But then, emotions come in, like subtle washes on the canvas. Envy, a sickly, greenish tint. Sadness, a heavy, raincloud gray. Anger, a hot, ember-flecked beige. Yet, love, ah, love is a different breed altogether. It's a sun-drenched beige, the color of wheat fields swaying in a summer breeze, depiction of getting addicted to your favorite person. It warms the whole picture, infusing it with a golden glow. It's the security of a favorite sweater, the scent of well-worn books, a melody that makes you hum along involuntarily. Love doesn't erase the other shades; it simply bestows upon them with a kinder light, reminding us that even the most intriguing beige can be filled with warmth and comfort. After all, a life without love might just be a beige painting, but a life with love is a masterpiece in sun-kissed and water blushed beige.