In the place of endless grey, where the sea and the sky melt eternally into each other, colour brings life. A merry Christmas red sweater. The sapphire blue of BB2’s eyes. A verdant Grand fir, decorated in sparkling gold and silver, green and red, blue and white. Fingers stained by dyed icing, joyfully and liberally applied to cookies.
Where I grew up, winter was deep and unending whiteness. Now it is grey, with rare breaks in the weather. And still, the colourful explosion of Christmas colour brightens this otherwise dismal season. As always, colour is a promise of life and it’s a promise we so need these days.