I’ve never read anything as beautiful as this.
NY under water.
The eye-catching swimming pool in Mumbai, India, has been built to raise awareness about the threat of sea level rises as a result of global warming.
It was constructed by attaching a giant aerial photograph of the New York City skyline to the floor of the pool.
My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.January third – I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.February seventh – I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.April eleventh – I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.April thirtieth – I am gray, I am silent.
May first – I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.June twelfth – I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via cottonbutts)
She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.
Joanne Harris, The Girl With No Shadow (via moaka)
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