The Colors of Memory.

Evening Reflection – The Colors of Memory 💙💛

Tonight, the color around me feels like a very dark shade of blue — deep, almost endless. It’s not empty, though. It’s alive with yellow floating all over it — little sparks of warmth and light. Some of the yellow gathers in piles, some threads its way gently through, and some comes drifting in clumps, softly and quietly, like thoughts that have been waiting to be remembered.

I spent a little while this evening listening to The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross on YouTube. Even though I can’t see his paintings anymore, I can still feel them — the rhythm in his voice, the calm in his brushstrokes, the way he spoke about colors like they were living things. I remember how beautiful his colors looked — Phthalo Blue, Alizarin Crimson, Cadmium Yellow, Van Dyke Brown. Each one had its own story, its own way of shining.

Hearing him paint brought back so many memories of when I could still see. It’s strange how something so comforting can also make your heart ache a little. I miss those colors — not just how they looked, but how they made me feel when I could see them for myself. That kind of memory is both a gift and a longing.

Even in the sadness of missing what I lost, I find peace in knowing that I knew it once. I was so sad that I lost it — but happy that I knew it, and remembered all of it. That memory is something I carry inside of me like color itself — always glowing, even in the dark.

Because even now, I’m still seeing in my own way.
I’m still seeing in the dark. 💙

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