White; what a strange color it is—so subtle yet so fulfilling. I often wondered what is it about this color that my emotions tend to make a mark at them. As I gazed at the pretty white tulip in my hands that I had grown in my greenhouse; I noticed that the veins of the tubular vessels were visible against the white petals. Is the color white so important because it's shades always show something new and different? Yes, maybe that is the reason. The same can be said about the pure white snow that is piled up outside the school building.
My heart blossoms whenever I realize a new aspect of my life and I interpret it as a shade of white and lately, I perceived a shade of white of anticipation while I know full well what that anticipation will bring.
I sighed and rubbed my forehead—this isn'
