Recently my friend described the color red without ever saying red. They way she described it was so beautiful, that I thought I would give it a try.
Brown, is the color of the dirt she rose from after she fell for a man who didn’t stay long enough to catch her. It is the color of her hair, that was just as wild and as untamable as she was. The man who helped her up from the dirt had eyes that were this color, so chocolatey she thought she would melt. Those who paid close attention would find her smiling every time she saw the color. To her it was more than just a color, to her it was proof that she could survive the worst. To her it was the color of her savior’s eyes, eyes she wouldn’t be able to forget. You may look at the color in disgust, but don’t expect her to.