it was the most beautiful sunrise i could recall.
the cracking of dawn and the only sound it made was the chirping of birds and the breeze whispering the day's secrets to the leaves and flowers.
the hills and the clouds, still in the passionate embrace of the night.
sunrays reluctantly separating the passionate embrace with promises of more passion.
i saw it all.
i wanted to be a part of the sunrise, not a spectator...
the sky was a perfect blue, actually it was many hues of blue,
somewhere going deep, somewhere growing faint but never ceasing to be blue...
the colour most faithful to the sky.
if i was a colour, what would it be?
i just asked a friend, and she said "white"!
i was surprised. white, and me!
she said, "i can't place you as a colour with a set flavour..like for instance red is vibrant..green is soothing..etc..etc..white is so very subtle..gels with anything yet distinct."
so to her, i became white!
funny. i never thought of white as my colour or a colour that explains me.
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