The perfect white
When you have a blank page staring back at you, there is something wanting about it. If you consider it, it’s full of opportunities, prospects, potential. The possibilities and stories with which to fill it up are endless.
There is something intrinsic about the colour white. It has class, elegance, purity, authenticity. It is like a diamond in the rough. It can be anything.
Perhaps that’s why we associate white with beginnings. Because it stores so much hope.
That’s why snow makes everything look pretty. Because it covers life’s imperfections and makes even wilted flowers look full of life again.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers