April 23, 2013

my cities, in color.

San Francisco is all blues, all sea and sky.

As I remember it, Chicago was green. When it wasn't white, my hometown was the brightest, boldest, classic-crayon green. It was green ivy crawling along the edges of brick brownstones, it was green grass expanding across wide, flat fields, it was tall, green oak trees turning quiet streets into tunnels.

Most days, San Diego seemed yellow: a beaming, brilliant light that made my face squint into a smile. It was light sand and light sky and the lightest, clearest air. It was light buildings in a short skyline and light boats lining the horizon. It was a warm, yellow light that faded into the palest of pinks at sundown.

Oxford was gray, lots of gray. It was the gray of wet sidewalks and centuries-old cobblestone and castles that stretched high into the low, cloud-covered sky. It was the gray of long trench coats and dirty pub floors, the gray of dusty books and weathered pages and a sharpened pencil point.

And San Francisco is just so blue, so beautifully, blissfully blue. It's the blue of a limitless ocean and a broad, clear sky. It's layers of the sunniest blues, teal and turquoise and a glowing cerulean. It's the kind of blue that makes you wonder why the blues are called the blues, the kind of blue that makes you forget why you ever loved green and yellow and gray because the blue, it buoys you. It fills you up like a long, light, sigh of a breath that comes from knowing, yes, you're right where you're meant to be.

9 comments:

Brittany said... [Reply to comment]

I love that--places as color. Such a beautiful thought. There is so much peace in knowing you are where you are supposed to be.

eileen ragan | leaner by the lake said... [Reply to comment]

As a Chicagoan, I'd second the green and add in blue, too. I like right on Lake Shore Drive overlooking Montrose Harbor and Lincoln Park and it's a lovley mix of blue and green every day.

Btw - it's been taking the green a LONGGGG time to come around this year. We're still waiting on full effect spring to kick in with buds and blooms. But, recent rain has made the grass turn from winter's murky brown to a brilliant rich emerald green and I don't hate it one bit.

Love the bay photo.

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Brooke said... [Reply to comment]

This is so beautiful. I've never thought of my cities in this way, but doing so makes me love them even more. Thank you for the inspiration, as always!

Allie said... [Reply to comment]

id have to agree. bad days are hard to have here... my ferry ride commute each morning and evening turns everything around!

Charlotte F said... [Reply to comment]

Beautiful! I love how colours can define things and places and music and people.

Francesca Forzoni said... [Reply to comment]

Gorgeous - love this! xx

Alice said... [Reply to comment]

This is so great! All of my cities are grey... mostly because of the rain in the UK. But my home village is definitely green. Mostly because of all the rain though...!1 xx

siddathornton said... [Reply to comment]

what vivid memories, those we remember in color! i really enjoyed reading this.

Niken said... [Reply to comment]

i think San Francisco's blue colors remind us of hope. with that sky, and that ocean, and that colors, is all screaming 'life's good'

p.s : but i think green is pretty too