The Brown of the Girl

It was the light. At first, I didn’t know what it was, but it was the light. Not the harsh white of the fluorescents or the brilliant orange or the waning daylight. The glow was irrefutable as was he very presence of it. The forest green walls served as a canvas, the light bouncing off the backdrop serving as an amplifier. The beautiful brown of the girl. Whether it was mahogany, ebony, or umber, the answer is yes!