MY EYES, MY SPIRIT, my very being craves color this time of year.
I need pops of color to break the white monotony of a Minnesota winter landscape. Without color, the bleakness of setting presses down the spirit. Not that winter can’t be beautiful. It’s just that I prefer a world beyond black and white.
So when I’m out and about, I find myself drawn to hues that flash. Like red, especially red. Set against a backdrop of white, red appears even bolder, stronger.
A red pick-up truck.
A red barn, tractor, outbuildings.
Even, while driving through the Wisconsin Dells recently, red spiraling on an outdoor waterslide.
And, on that same trip, the welcome red of taillights beaconing through thick fog pressed upon Interstate 90.
During a Midwest winter, red equals the visual equivalent of happiness.
TELL ME: Do you involuntarily gravitate toward color this time of year? If yes, I’d like to hear more.
© Copyright 2020 Audrey Kletscher Helbling