Orange? Or blue?
The warmth of the dancing light intertwined with yellow rays? Or the icy cold touch of a midnight blue sky weeping pure crystals?
Orange prides itself on the bubbly peel of a tropic fruit, loudly screaming it’s existence while blue is content in the depth of the oceans, escaping through the playful waves.
Yet must they be such opposites despite what any art teacher says?
Both appear in the luster of petals. Beauty, passion and serenity all in one common vessel?
“Feelin’ blue?” “Construction ahead!”
Happiness or unhappiness. Which is which?
Orange? Or blue?