The color black is like silence. An experience we all know, yet does not exist.
Morning. The sun is well above the horizon, yet not at full glory. I am biking to work. Suddenly I am aware of the nature of the color around me. The shirt I normally call black is truly a dark red, the pants a hint of green. The road is a vibrant thing, shimmering red, green, blue. The primary colors of light. The further I look ahead, the more they blend into white.