Love for Grey
There is a colour in between the dark and the light. Commonly ignored and disregarded; used as an insult to call somebody boring, the drab surface of buildings, the slurry of rock, hair of a being beginning to fade away. And yet, used to describe someone’s complex morals, its shinier form sought after, considered a luxury, timeless, a symbol of the future when it was first utilised in weaponry and accessories long ago.
I love the colour grey. I don’t think I would find many people agreeing with me. Grey is the colour of brutalist concrete, muggy cloudy air and rainy skies. It is a passive colour that fades into the background. Pink will always be my favourite colour, but as I grow older, I have found great comfort in grey.
Grey is the colour of rainclouds, days where the sky has no choice but to sob. Grey is the colour of stones and rocks and mountains, noble parts of nature that are a force to be reckoned with. Grey is the colour of fish scales. Grey is the colour of metal, shiny and reflective; it glimmers for progress and for violence. Grey is the colour of office building walls, cold and passive and mature. Grey is the colour of the rocks, craters and blemishes of the moon.
Most would find grey boring. But to me, that is part of what I like about it. Grey is the colour between the darkness and the light. It is not completely light, but it is not completely dark either. It is a broad middleground, a scale, complex in its shades. Grey is the in between. It is neither of its extremes, it is neither side at all.