Have you ever wondered about the world’s colors? Why the sky is that baby blue shield. Why the grass that ripples in the breeze holds that dark, fresh green?

“All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” –Helen Keller

Strange how you can know when someone has known an age you never knew, a world that has died—or at least is dying. You can feel it in them, see it in their eyes.
Or you can see it so long as they still see it.