I wish I could sketch a cool breeze.
Or draw that feeling I get when I stick my arm out the window of a moving car.
I wish I could paint the warmth of my heart;
that warmth I get each time I look at my baby boy (but all of the colors of the world couldn’t paint that warmth). I wish there was a white, so white that people felt the comfort of a fuzzy rob after a warm bath.. If only there were a gold to paint my autumn leaves, or colors to match my summer breeze. A pastel for that first summer’s swim? A shade to color those velvety rose petals from your one true love? I hope there is one day, because these are the colors that paint my memories.