Colour me in shades of spring
Small revelations come to those who lie down on the grass amidst the flurry of students and contemplate the quiet clump of purple flowers nestled under the shrubs; mainly, that only in nature can there be such beauty in purple and green, while the best humans can come up with is Barney the Dinosaur, who brings new levels of terror to colour TV.
Humans have whole job positions for people who can colour coordinate. Nature manages to do it all by itself.
And much more sophisticatedly, too. It would take a brilliant fashion designer to make violet, orange, crimson, emerald, pale pink, azure, dirt brown, ochre and clay work together in one breathtaking eyeful, but campus is an effortless vision of all these hues - and more. Specifically, I am constantly being guiltlessly distracted by those three trees by the Language Center, whose branches are exuberant with bunches of scrunched-up pale pink tissues and buds. As much as I drink the scene in, I spend most of Spanish class fidgeting in my seat, desperate to be outside satiating my spring addiction.
Yes! Spring is toxic and addictive. I wish to OD on blue sky.
Frankly speaking, the world's got a marvellous sense of colour, and Barney the Dinosaur just goes to show that humans do not.