The Color.

There is something about her that I wish I could adequately articulate, like how she is so soft and nurturing without needing to discredit her strength and thorns. She brings me peace, lets air into my lungs, and comforts me from the abrasive nature that so many others carry. She's the calm smile I somehow didn't like while I was younger. And she is the stains on my knees on summer days, just as much as the shoulder I lay on those same nights. She forever encourages me to move forward, leading me on in her approval.

She is the palette I wish to present.