Why Call It Orange?

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

How's the day? O/

Dawn starts, a light grey going blue.

And here's pink, lavender, and a touch of tangerine.

Why call it orange?

Tangerine is much more fun to say.

On with our show...

How's your language?

Bright and optimistic as the sunrise?

Gloomy and glum as the darkest cloud?

Both are necessary to make anything grow.

A balance is key.

Dark clouds all the time make a swampy son-of-a-swamp personality.

Don't be a swampy-son-of-a-swamp.

Let some sunshine in. Stretch out. Enjoy a view or two.

Cerulean meets some white-gold cirrus in a casual way to frame the top of the evergreen horizon.

Never be loquacious when wordy will do.

Never use a big word when a small one works just fine.

Size in word choice is a matter of specifics.

"Brevity is the soul of wit," and that's saying a lot.

Shorter entry today. Onto prose. Perhaps I'll post another poem later.

Hope all's well with you today.

Hope your day meets your expectations.

Hope you expect miracles.

Take care, dream in color, and make wonderful this wonderful day.