Summer Oranges

Emerald green, lemonade pink, midnight blue and tiger orange. The four colors that overwhelm me as I dash through the streets. Green are the parks and the spaces I slow down for to savour the view a moment longer. Pink is the sky I gaze at knowing I could never fully catch its magical beauty. Blue is the night closing down on me as the city falls quiet. Orange am I as I greet those who open their doors for me with a smile. I told myself it was my favorite color when I was only five and for some reason I've stuck to that belief ever since.

As we grow up time seems to fly by faster and faster as the years blend together and are forgotten. I'm not there yet - but I don't want them to disappear. Someone told me the way to hold on to them is by making each year uniquely unforgettable. "Do something new" they said. Maybe that's why I wanted to dress up orange. Orange to not forget.

Orange is the color I represent. Orange are the bikers I wave to. Orange are the backpacks we carry. Delivery boys coasting through the neighborhoods of the city of music. "Let's paint the city orange!" was the last thing they told me. All I received was an orange jacket, an orange t-shirt and a large orange backpack. I had bought a second-hand bike earlier last week and was now all set. Orange as an excuse to ride.

I have noone to talk to but myself. I steal a few words at the restaurants I pick up the food from and at the front doors I deliver to. In between all my endless thoughts, I manage to sneak in a word or two. Thoughts so loud I hear nothing else. The more we think about things the less likely we are to forget them. Maybe that's why I wanted to dress up orange. Orange to think for myself. 

It was my first day on the job last night. I drove around for 5 hours. My favorite part in between all those little things I enjoyed so much was stumbling upon my closest friend who was also working at the same time. He had told me join him a few weeks back. It's now the third time we work together. I saw he was close by through an app so I drove over to him. After three hours of riding alone it was really pleasant seeing him and in orange as well! We rode around together as we dashed by the streets we walked on for so long. Nothing in the universe could stop this moment. The whole world froze as the wind blew against our smiling faces. Not a single care for what might be and what was. 

I'm not sure why I'm doing this - maybe it's everything at once. Either way, it's new. I'll never forget something that is new. My biggest fear in life is losing those memories and stories that make me who I am and give me something to hold on to. The smile on my friend's face with the wind blowing in his hair as the midnight blue blanket comes falling down covering the dazzling pink with calmness and serenity. That's a memory I never want to forget. One I can't forget.