We've all been given a box of colors. I remember that huge jumbo set, the one that had every shade under the sun, moon and stars. One day I remember trying to eat the Mango Tango, yes and again on another day lighting the Carnation Pink on fire.... I remember that day I found magenta, and tried to fill in all the places that hurt with it, My Midnight blue Faithfully shining on me late into the night.
It was a hot July afternoon, I remember standing in the front yard listening to the ice cream truck in the distance, and then, I saw them, on the concrete steps. I sat down next to that now running River of colors dripping like a waterfall off each step. My box of colors, free at last.
Brad P