They Took the Colors Away

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less. The landscape resembled a faded black and white photograph. At first I laughed; Colors don’t go away. But I couldn’t deny what I was seeing.The scenery seemed to mirror my mental state. Clouded, foggy, colorless. I struggled to see the vibrancy of life this morning. But not just this morning; I wake up like this almost every morning. Irritable and confused. Sometimes I wonder what forgotten dreams I awoke from. Were there nightmares so dark that my mind tucked them away beyond reach? Realizing I didn’t have time to think about this, I tossed the thoughts aside and pursued my morning routine. Brewed coffee, took a shower, ate breakfast, before returning to the view by the window.I sat at my desk, hands clasped around my coffee mug, looking at the blank canvas outside — pau

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sing before arousing my laptop. I closed my eyes and murmured a helpless prayer to God. Suddenly, the haze in my mind seemed to lift like the steam from my cup. After taking a long sip, I peered out my window again. The fog had cleared.The sun washed its presence over everything: rooftops, windshields, blades of grass. The gold-kissed edges of leaves cut through an abundant blue sky. An ocean of colors returned like the tides on the seashore. It was as if paint rained down from heaven and soaked the pale, dead landscape.I watched in wonder, thinking, Was it me? Did I take the colors away?A cardinal answered with a song as I clicked the mouse to start the day.© <a href="https://medium.com/@micahjosiah">Micah Josiah</a>, 2023</article></body>

Waking up in a fog

I woke up in a fog. The air was thick with white plumes of smoke; I could barely see the trees outside my window.

“They took the colors away. Somebody took the colors away.” My son’s voice, sharp and frantic.

He was right. The scene outside was colorless. The landscape resembled a faded black and white photograph. At first I laughed; Colors don’t go away. But I couldn’t deny what I was seeing.

The scenery seemed to mirror my mental state. Clouded, foggy, colorless. I struggled to see the vibrancy of life this morning. But not just this morning; I wake up like this almost every morning. Irritable and confused. Sometimes I wonder what forgotten dreams I awoke from. Were there nightmares so dark that my mind tucked them away beyond reach? Realizing I didn’t have time to think about this, I tossed the thoughts aside and pursued my morning routine. Brewed coffee, took a shower, ate breakfast, before returning to the view by the window.

I sat at my desk, hands clasped around my coffee mug, looking at the blank canvas outside — pausing before arousing my laptop. I closed my eyes and murmured a helpless prayer to God. Suddenly, the haze in my mind seemed to lift like the steam from my cup. After taking a long sip, I peered out my window again. The fog had cleared.

The sun washed its presence over everything: rooftops, windshields, blades of grass. The gold-kissed edges of leaves cut through an abundant blue sky. An ocean of colors returned like the tides on the seashore. It was as if paint rained down from heaven and soaked the pale, dead landscape.

I watched in wonder, thinking, Was it me? Did I take the colors away?

A cardinal answered with a song as I clicked the mouse to start the day.