Color came to me in all sorts of ways. Somedays I’d see the deep blue of the endless sky. Other days, I’d see the color of green freshly cut grass. Without color, how can you possibly see the beauty in the world? Without colors, everything is dull.. For I once saw black and white. For I  didn’t pay attention enough to look to see the colors, didn’t look close enough to the adorned flowers in the garden.
They say I’m different than the others. Most people didn’t see the truth as it was. Maybe they’d see how the clear and endless the sky was that day. Did they see the beauty in it though? No. Very few people seemed to notice that. Walking around in the morning was my favorite time of all. The fragrances that erupted from the dirt or maybe the wet grass gave life to everything and everyone. I lived life in a sense of wonder, while others only cared about where they were going. They didn’t look to see the old tree that had gotten weary. Neither did they look to see the old house with the stripped paint. Whatever they saw wasn’t quite right. I saw the world from a different perspective.
I wasn’t always that way though. It wasn’t until I was older that I learned from a wise person to look at your surroundings. His name had been Tod and he was a great photographer. Probably the best in the state. When I saw Tod’s pictures, I couldn’t help but be in wonder when I saw how beautifully he captured everything. Then, I only saw things for what they were at the time. Tod had been like a father to me. He was gone though, leaving me alone to figure out the colors and the way the world worked. I’d been depressed for a while, in that state of black and white.  Now though, in the sunny town of Revel, I couldn’t help but notice the beauty and uniqueness of things.