Spectrum

This summer has gone by like it wasn't meant to happen, and instead of crying to anyone who has ears about how fast it went by, I have been left in awe and wonder that summer even happened. There can be no regret for what never really was a part of my life. The world I live in has been flipped into a catalyst of a rainbow with each new scene appearing through a color appropriate for the emotion surrounding it. What began as a peachy keen warm situation in May evolved into a blacker shade of plum...I swear at one point I could taste the bitterness of my own breath when I came home to a place where my anger resonated louder than the aging dishwasher. Strangely enough, after two months of the plum-colored movement, the strings choking me cut off the air to my lungs long enough that I had an epiphany: I am not required to endure anything I have power over. I don't need to watch the hands of a digital clock move invisibly around my life until the only thing I can touch is the developing wrinkles around my eyes. Gradually the plum shifted lavender, and within two weeks from lavender (July-ish), the lens were budding into the same color found in strawberry soda. Like most amazing things in life, the high faded in the wash, but now I am finding peace in the graying pink. The only real question left to ask is whether or not I can handle a summer that was a brilliant color instead of an essay worthy event.