Thoughts about the Color Orange

I have grown to hate the color orange. It is a nasty, in-between color from red and yellow. It is violently bright and reminds me of the afternoons that I so used to wish would not be coming to a close. Orange. The simple portrayal of the end of day. Leveling our thoughts with a humidity that emits itself from the shallowest of cracks. But if we look a bit deeper in those cracks, those wrinkles on our footpath, just small hint of orange wouldn't be so bad. In the most arduous of spring forest, orange is a breath. It is a tinge of relief. I prefer to reevaluate my colors seasonly. Picking my flavor carefully. Selecting my theme of reference rather than the same, drab color. So orange, maybe winter will be your day.