As a kid, expressive, creative, rambunctious, something of a wild card long into adulthood I loved vibrant Green-- for abundant life, for exuberant energy, vividly alive for beauty like in colors, emerald or jade,
for the natural world from creek to patch of woods behind our house on the edge of Adams village, to verdant forest green glens of the Sierras, Sequoia and Yosemite
But-- then, suddenly, unexpectedly, without conscious why; spontaneous, impulsively one day in middle life, I awoke not liking green anymore… viewing green instead as dull, insipid, sickening, repetitious, odd, over-done, humdrum...
Color me fiery Red--riveting, intense, striking sparks of light cardinal, crimson, scarlet burst into my eyes and consciousness —passionate, dazzling, blazing, heated, different...
as an amazing psychedelic quilt by my sweetheart, like an Impressionistic painting, luminous in our house to ruby red lava in Hawaii’s volcano, intense sunsets, and Utah’s red rock
Red forever
--Dan Wilcox
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