Colors

In our city, feelings have colors, and everyone can see them in the air like soft lights. When the sun rises, the sky turns pale blue. Pale blue means calm. People wake up and stretch, and their windows glow with gentle colors. My mom’s color is warm pink when she makes breakfast. Pink means love and care. My little brother runs around the kitchen with bright yellow sparks. Yellow means joy and laughter.When I walk to school, the streets look like a moving rainbow. A man riding his bike shines orange because he feels excited for his new job. Orange means excitement. Near the park, I see a woman sitting alone. A dark gray cloud floats around her. Gray means sadness. A dog runs to her and wags its tail. The dog’s bright green color, which means hope, slowly mixes with her gray. Soon, her gray becomes light blue. She smiles.At school, the playground is full of color. My friends glow yellow and orange as they play tag. One boy falls down, and a quick flash of red appears around him. Red means anger and pain. But when his friends help him stand up, their pink and gold colors wrap around him. Gold means kindness and support. The red slowly fades away.In class, the room shines green. Green means we are curious and ready to learn. During a hard test, I see purple around many students. Purple means focus and bravery. When someone answers a question correctly, bright yellow sparkles fill the air. Our teacher always shines gold. Her gold light makes us feel safe and strong.After school, I walk home as the sun sets. The sky turns orange and pink. Families eat dinner together, and their homes glow softly. Some houses show blue or gray, but neighbors visit and share stories. Soon, warmer colors spread again.At night, I look out my window. The city shines like a living rainbow. Every color tells a story. Even when dark colors appear, they never stay forever. In our city, feelings are easy to see, and love always brings the brightest light.