Today, I painted my front door yellow.  It is Spring.

I love color.  That is what I see in the world when I feel good.  Not happy, just good.

People think it’s strange.  They don’t see the world the way I do.

It’s not to me.  It makes sense.

They don’t see gray when I do, much less understand that gray means sad.

That no sunshine equals gray.  Maybe even with sunshine.

I just try to hold on until the gray is gone.

And, then I paint my door yellow.