Friday, July 1, 2011
Color Me Beautiful
When I was a kid, I loved coloring. My art skills were questionable, but I still loved the freedom to create and I loved the vibrant colors in my Crayola box. I remember marveling over all of those perfect crayons, in a rainbow of 64 colors, all lined up in a new box, and I confess that using the first crayon of the box for the first time required a bit of willpower to destroy that beautiful perfection. But after that, it was a colorful world.