It's a funny thing, the human mind. Going into fall, my favorite colors were those of a glowing fire, a soft gray blanket, a glistening-with-sap pinecone, and the imposing green of the trees, along with all the other cosy hues that come to us in winter.
Now, with the stark realization of white, white, white, I find myself gazing at juicy fabric bolts for way longer than is healthy, pining for a hot-house full of avocados, and generally frustrating myself over the memories of green grass and a beckoning hammock. In this tasteless, colorless "Ansel Adams" scenery, I am really starting to appreciate God's delicious gift of colors. Colors that pop in our eyes, colors sooth us at the end of the day, colors that make us think of sun, grassy fields, soft dirt, and bright flowers. Winter is our yearly grayscale, and then comes our feast of vibrancy!