The Taste of White
February 3, 2009
I love the white. I love the glistening of the white at night, in twilight or just the morning light. I love the white, I love the feeling of white. I love the way snow uplifts. Isn’t it amazing?
I love the way the snow jolts the happy meter. I love the way even the depressed smile in the white. I feel warm looking at the snow-filled roof tops of tudor houses. I love the childhood feeling of seeing kids playing with Godsent toys.
White = No dirt. Sinless. Perhaps that’s why its so uplifting and beautiful.
Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullaah,
I think all those white uniforms have had a serious effect on you.
You need some colour therapy.
And white – so clinical.
And white – so easily dirtied.
And white – so not pure.
Excuse my experimentation with morbidity; consider it a dabbling in the dark side. No whites allowed.
Bah, I hate awaiting approval. What a totalitarian regime you run here in the ‘pure’ land. Is it cos I iz black?
Vent over and I’m not particularly fussed if this is not published; just thought you oughtta know my thoughts on this dictatorship.
You’re just all jealous. Fact.