Merigold looks to orange.

The color of the beaming sun spits disgust at the burnt orange color, overcome by jealousy.

Orange stands tall with dignity. Merigold could never hurt her pride.

Orange, the color of the blazing California wildfires.

The color of the sunset as it lays over the ocean, promising a new day.

The color of the tiger as it stands tall with pride.

The color of leaves crushing under happy pairs of feet as the seasons change and the light shining through the blinds of my bedroom window from Currituck Lighthouse.

Orange- the color of happiness, struggle, dignity, strength, fear, and everything in between.

Orange- the color that stands honest and holds true. The color that could calm any storm and settle the soul. The color that doesn’t promise there won’t be struggle, but promises that happiness will find us again.

Orange. med