As a writer I often play the "what if" game. When I'm shuffling through less than colorful thoughts, I imagine I wouldn't know if I were winning or losing with a deck of white cards, I wouldn't know when to stop, to slow or go, I think about a white butterflies with their beauty invisible, and white clouds rolling around in a sky I couldn't see, I'm thinking about white pigeons cooing and cawing, hiding from white cats, hurling themselves into the air, all for naught,

I'm thinking about white birds looking for white worms crawling around in white grass, all white bellies hungry for their prey cannot be seen, I'm thinking of white sea-caps on white rolling seas, and a white sailboat in distress, how would it be seen? How could we help? How would we rake white leaves on white grass? How would we learn with white chalk on a white chalkboard? We can live without many things around, but who can happily and safely live without colors like red, yellow, blue, green and brown?