A number of years ago, I was introduced to Humans of New York. And one of the first little stories that caught my eye was from a woman in her 90’s.
Stepping out of an apartment block in Brooklyn, she was asked, “Where are you going?” And she quickly responded, “Every day I leave my apartment, go out for a walk and magic happens.”
The magic of colour. A conversation with an old or new friend. A glimpse of nature. A cloudy sky. Blooming tree. Or rolling sea. An opportunity to comfort or encourage another person. A new lesson or learning. The laughter or cry of a child. A reflection that makes you catch your breath like it happened yesterday. A piece of music or art or prose.
Colour is found in the little things in life as much as the large. And it fills the everyday with moments of great beauty.