I could never answer that question in one word. Funny why people ask it in the first place.
What’s your favourite colour? Does it mean anything? Does it say something about you?
I don’t know. But I could never answer it simply. I don’t have a favourite colour. Although my friends would probably argue that it’s white. But then others will say white is not a colour. Whatever.
Colours, like scents, for me are connected to places, people and moments.
There are certain things in life I love because they can’t be explained really, they want to be felt.
And then not everyone reacts to them in the same way. Some people will just miss them. Because they are not really looking.
Those are the things that just get to me and move under my skin, into my heart. They touch something.
Like when you open the windows on a warm day and the curtain gets picked up by the breeze and blown outside the window.
Like sunshine beneath the sea.
Or that moment when I can hear the sound of a street musician before I can see them. When their song gets carried by the wind.
Those are moments that reach for my heart, whispering something beautiful to me. They make me excited about life. They make me thankful and happy.
So, my favourite colour?
When the grass is covered in dew and frost in the early morning, and the sun shines on it.
That’s a colour I really love.