Sunshine and Happiness

Another beautiful day coming up. Sunshine always makes me feel much better: more optimistic, lighthearted. Why is that?

Is it the colours? The warmth of sunlight on our skin?

Ideas anyone?

The Colour of Life

When they caught him they’d shut him away.

He’d been sitting next to his latest victim spattered head to foot. Lost in thought. His fingers idly drawing patterns in a pool of blood.  Almost playing with it. The knife tossed carelessly aside.

They thought he was crazy, He could see the pity in their eyes, once you looked past the horror and disgust.

They just didn’t understand: he only did for the colour. That colour of colours. The colour of rubies. The colour of life. And fresh blood.

What a pity it dried to such an ugly rust brown.

The colour of life.

The 40th edition of the 100wcgu: Ruby.

Close Together

Symphony in Yellow

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Sunny Days

The sun shines and warms and lights us
and we have no curiosity
to know why this is so;
but we ask the reason of all evil,
of pain, and hunger,
and mosquitoes
and silly people.

Ralph Waldo Emerson