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."
Poor Dad! That really is sad when you stop and think about it.
ReplyDeleteI feel sorry for him too.
ReplyDeleteBut, 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!
ReplyDelete