Orange.
But just not any orange color…
But a glow…
Really, it was more a glow than anything.
As if you put on orange tinted lenses…
Making the world have a mango colored cloud cover it all…
a relaxing orange aura that falls upon everything that surrounds you.
So relaxing… this tinted world…
Almost a golden-orange… like something out of a story book…
A fairy tale…
A tale that falls in a time period where time has no meaning,
Where children run barefoot in the meadows of long grass,
…With flower wreaths in their hair.
Where they jump with crickets by day
and dance with fireflies by night.
And they watch the sun set with the same glow…
This orange glow of peace…
By the river…
Where the water trickles with the reflection of the same color as the sky…
Where you feel the cool, summer nights’ breeze cross the hairs on your
arms,
As you run through the fields with the fireflies…
The fireflies with the same glow… but only momentarily.
The warm glow…. It sets in the west.
…But ever so slowly.
Where it makes sure to warm you to the bone…
where you can feel its energy vibrate throughout your body
to the very core of you…
just so you know how orange feels like.
Just so you know how it feels to glow.
Glow orange…
Something so simple as a color…
It envelopes time, hides it in its folds,
just for the world can glow before it goes to sleep…
but it will wake the world peacefully with the same glow..
Making the world remember…
That fairy tales do exist.
Within an aura, a tint, a pinch, of a color.

 
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