A color from the sea, and a color that’s always stuck with me…
I realized today why I like the color coral so much.
When I was younger, one of our family friends was named Coral. A daughter, like me. A youngest child, like my brother. Now she has a different last name.
But that’s not it.
When I finally made it to senior year, I had dreams of what graduation day would look like. I’d walk across the stage, take my diploma, and smile at the camera. All while wearing a coral-colored dress I’d spotted at Target.
That’s not it, either.
When I was driving home one night — one of the first spring-ish days Colorado has seen so far this year — I noticed the clouds. We call it golden hour, when the sun sinks down behind the mountains and casts a glow. I think we should call it coral hour. When the clouds bleed oranges and pinks across the sky before darkness comes.
Maybe that’s it.
When I was feeling particularly sad during this pandemic I bought myself a brightly colored coral (and tie-dyed) sweat set. My dad says it reminds him of the eighties. I think it reminds me of the clouds at sunset and how brightly they glow, even as darkness waits in the wings to smother their light once again until morning.