Color is…

Flor

Life. It is love. It is celebration. It is the sound
of the drum echoing in the evening.
The decadent flow of a dancer hopping to the beat of her own story
the stitches to her soul.
Color is fruits, vegetables in your countertop,
the fish, the meat in your plate, the cocktail at the bar.
Color is liquified, blend. It sparkles.
It is juicy.
It is the trampoline, the tambourine on the hotel balcony
the blood in your vein
the color of your hair, your eyes,
the sugar in your pie.
Color is your heart, your emotions, your feeling
threatened by the colorless water,
tasteless transparent!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Day 2 Post 1 Day #2

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Lisbon, Portugal

Day 2 Post 1
Day #2, and my first positive message of this day is that I am thankful to have woken up. True, I woke up before 5 a.m. on a Sunday, and I would have really preferred to sleep until closer to 8, but wake up I did, happy, healthy, and knowing that I will see another day with my family. As I sit by the window in my office (house is stifling hot, and that’s the only place with a breeze and ceiling fan) typing this status, the birds are singing up a storm outside and I listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees. Honestly folks, can it really get any better than this? I think not. Except, maybe if it were 8 a.m. and it was Saturday instead of Sunday. LOL!