I went to Namibia in 2002 and fell in love with the color orange, for the first time.

Sand-dunes and sunsets, that’s all i expected to see.

Dear lord was i mistaken.

The curves of that exquisite desert were like a smile straight off of an Angels face.

Each time the wind blew, the slim trees would throw themselves in its direction as if they were asking for the wind to take them along with the sand, so that they’d never be apart again.

The sunset, oh the sunset, blistering crimson orange eyes that could see straight through you as if they wanted you to tell them all your truths.

The Atlantic Ocean bathing the west coast with it’s cold waters.

It’s right there in the midst of all this beauty, that you realize; it’s not the beauty that captivates you.

 It’s being there.

Suddenly, orange is not a color anymore, it’s something that you can’t simply put into words.

 And yet sometimes i find myself wishing it was only a color because if i´m being honest with you that wasn´t the last time i fell in love with the color orange…​

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