colours

If I was blind, I would miss the colours the most, but luckily they are still there, with decades of colourful explosions in my memory. Like this one on my morning walk home from the shala. Green leafs, red and pink flowers and brown earth. Cheering for life, glowing in sunlight, humming songs about growing from inside out, to enjoy for everyone that passes by. Closing the eyes, the colours remain, - a symphony of reds, yellows and blues.