My husband Turtle is colorblind.Not totally colorblind, mind you, so that his world is black, white and all gray in- between, but a faded sort of colorblind that can't tell the difference between red, orange, and yellow; that only sees the blue in aqua and purple (making them the same color); and that cannot tell the difference between green and brown.
Poor guy.
I feel sorry for anyone who can't see green. Especially at this time of year, when glorious green sings mightily under the pale blue sky.
I sigh contentedly out the car window,
"It's so beautiful out there."
He says: "What? Oh. It must be green again."
3 comments:
Poor Dad! That really is sad when you stop and think about it.
I feel sorry for him too.
But, the passion of vividness can be felt in other ways. For example, the intensity of color is no less stunning than a powerful piece of music.
Beautiful! Poor Turtle, he's missing out!
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