Back in the day when my grandfolks were young, I used to believe only gray was sprung. The towers and sky, rivers and plains. Everything was black and white, even blood in veins. I used to think that something occurred, which changed the world forever stirred. A crack in the world released amazing light, yellows and greens and all colors bright. History was mostly darks and lights, which explained old photos in black and white.

Thanks to

Saira Mortier

for the submission!


6 thoughts on “Colors

  1. This is what I tell my kids. I tell them that when their grandparents were kids, everything was black and white.

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