Every incident is a colour, and adds colour to your life too. In that sense, every day of your life is colourful, some you like, others you don't and yet others you don't fancy.
My days are either full of events or eventful or sometimes both. Today was both. I read a bluegreen mail from a deep purple person first thing in the morning, and was led, almost instinctively in response, to write a deep aquamarine one. Then up popped a soft yellow boy, who always tells me what he calls black humour laced tales, but I invariably find them wildly turquoise.
Post a quick chat with a sky coloured almost twin over the phone over some selfish business, I received a sms from this exquisitely soft chocolate boy that there is a music concert happening at another part of the town. Yet another sms, this time from a solidly grey friend enquiring if we could catch up, I had to respond negatively for I was already on my way to the concert.
I am right now afflicted by the sleepy, smoky, silvery grey turning towards nothingly black. Tomorrow morning will begin with the egg yolky yellow of course.
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