Turquoise waves, khaki sand, brown-black dirt, multiple variations of green as a new cycle of life begins, blue sky, red and yellow tulips screaming out to be noticed. This is beauty. White is like a coloring page untouched, waiting, blank. White leaves me waiting, wanting, longing. Desperate to see anything but the grey, white, neutrals of the winter landscape. If you cannot understand me, that is fine. I experience it differently. Come, walk beside me and try to understand. Try to feel what it is like to long for color and I will try to see the beauty where you see it.