While trying to find an unflooded way to my allotment after heavy rain this sight burst upon me. Of course my mobile’s camera doesn’t catch its brilliance, (picture a brilliant red). There it was right in my path (the only semi dry one) a bright splash of colour amidst somewhat deary greens and browns.
Life is like that too sometimes, the path can seem flooded with problems. You have to keep trying different ways, each equally dreary. then suddenly, from nowhere, a bright splash of colour hits you, bringing vibrant hues of joy and passion your way!
Colours gust upon the wind invading the domains of water fowl.
Upstaged by bright vigor the yachts give way in turn to young adventurers.
Swaying and dancing trees doff their leaves, like light flowing garments to the wind’s embrace.
Like carved cathedral screens dark, woven, trace-work frames the waters.
“Let me paint you a world.” He paused, smiling. In this creation only the purest of colours are used. Hate, pain and bitterness with their somber hues cannot exist, their grim blacks, browns, and purple shadows are melted by the brilliance of the light. They do not cease to exist, rather they are transformed.”
“Think of water flowing, forming rainbows in the wind, creating with its touch the things and beings that inhabit this place.” Colours leap from his brush to embrace the air, dancing, cavorting, as if set free from their confinement among the somber hues.
“But how… How can we do it,” a man asked, voice quivering at the splendor before him.
The dream master turned, his brush suspended.
“Words are real things,” he answered. “You breathe them upon the air and colour the world around you. The world you perceive is the outcome of the words you utter. The secret is to choose your pallet well, to use the best and most beautiful pigments.”
“What if others paint ugliness?” a gruff voice chimed from the back.
“Why then you repaint!” he answered with a smile.