Roy G. Biv

While I was visiting my family in January my niece asked me what my favorite color was, I replied "rainbow". It really is. I love to wear sapphire and navy blues because those colors makes my eyes look bluer than they really are. I love to wear pink because, well, I am pretty girly. I like to decorate with shades of green (the color that is easiest for our eyes to see- true story). White and yellow flowers are my favorite. Foods in various shades and hues of orange are pretty much my favorite, like mac and cheese (also, brown is a very dark shade of orange, and brown in the color of chocolate and coffee!) And there are great aspects to all the other colors too. (though, I must say mauve is not one of my favorites, it's just a sad pink.)

One of my all time favorite paintings is "San Giorgio Maggiore at Twilight" painted by Claude Monet in Venice in 1908. This one involves all the colors of the rainbow. I just loved the colors and vibrancy in it, and the way Monet captured the colors the way only an artist could.

And then on my red-eye flight home from the US to Germany I saw God's version of the painting. God really is the best artist. All others are copying his creation in their own ways, but he is the Master Craftsman, the Master Artisian.

Usually I don't sleep on long flights, I mean, I get to watch movies for free and without the guilt of thinking I could/should be doing something else! As a bonus on this flight I got to see an even better show, the sunrise. We were above a blanket of clouds, with a few holes showing the ocean underneath. On the horizon was the truest hue of red, which transitioned into a warm orange which faded into yellow, which deepened into a thin strip of a green, then into a true blue, which in turn eased into a deep violet and then blended into the slowing paling night sky. It was beautiful.

The colors were not inks taken from an artists palet, instead they were created colors, spoken into existence by God, lighting up the sky from the moon-lit, star filled night sky into day.

I don't have a picture of it. I decided to just enjoy the show instead of missing a moment of it getting my camera out to take a picture that would have likely showed more of the scratched-up window than the sunrise.