Polychromatic planet!

. . . because I’m almost certain that you have a favorite color.

I mean, everyone has their preference; from the colors of grass, sky, and tree bark to the cover of night, the powerful hues reminiscent of blood and roses and a certain thick-skinned fruit we adore so much, we tend to have a favorite color or colors. I like to wear mine, and I used to think, ‘this is my favorite color, that’s it.’ I took it for granted that that would always be my favorite color, and then one day it changed . . .

It all started with a red hoodie. I wasn’t a red kind of person; I never wore red, I didn’t think of it as the kind of color I’d wear – in fact, it was the next rung down from pink. but I liked this hoodie and I ordered it from the Coke Rewards website for something like 2,000 points. Dang, that hoodie looked good, and I felt so different wearing it. People seemed to treat me a little differently too, less like a kid, and I even received a few compliments. Before this I was more at home in a black t-shirt and indigo jeans, but now I realized that I really like red. I got a red cap and red shoes. I was coordinating and living red!

I took a chance and moved to North Dakota despite my original instinct to say no; I think the red pushed me to just do it. I met a wonderful, beautiful girl whose favorite color was orange, and I learned to appreciate orange as my love for red faded to a contented appreciation.

I’m good now with red and orange, and though I’ve never been one for yellow I have always loved green; I am currently in something of a royal blue stint, still preferring indigo jeans because I can’t handle looking at black or grey ones. I suppose I should start experimenting with some violet, perhaps plum with grey heather accents. After all, this is a polychromatic planet, so alive with color that we even paint the stars with false colors to make them more beautiful. Why not celebrate that?