Give a young child a crayon and color book and watch their small hands dance and swish across the page. The passion of an artist spilling the pallet of oils or watercolors across the canvas, laughing to feel the hunger of the empty whiteness. The child sees no dark lines and shapes that define things, cartoon characters, bodies or animals. Swoooooosh, whiiiiisk, sliiiide and glide their hand dancing with the colors til the blank imprinted ink defining this from that surrenders to burnt orange, cobalt blue, lavender, maroon, yellow and red.
Hold your crayon lightly and color your day. Go ahead, trust the child. Color your day. Melt into the sun.