The Colorful Lizard
I looked up at the sky – the only splash of blue amongst the myriad hues of green and brown that surrounded me on all sides. Not a single white cloud attempted to stain its cerulean charm, and in that moment, all I could wish for was wings – wings to fly and touch the blue up above, to let it soak into my skin, to become the sky… I looked down at my feet – a muddy shade of brown, blending into the earth beneath me – and sighed. As I did so, I felt my color turning slightly darker, and a sense of foreboding started creeping up my back. It always did when I felt my skin taking on a hue darker than what was around me. To block it out, I closed my eyes and turned my face up towards the sky again, feeling its brightness from behind closed lids and a warmth spread through me. “It’s the colorful lizard!” The high-pitched voice of a baby squirrel interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes and, all at once, my other senses opened as well. For the first time I noticed the buzz of the forest ...