The sun has been hiding for months beneath miles of solid gray snow clouds. The ground turned to a gray brown matter that holds leafless and lifeless looking trees. There is no sign of life form. The green is gone. And so is the red. And yellow. And purple. Color has completely vanished from the earth. Winter has stolen the vibrancy and saturation. Which can only mean... a Psychedelic explosion is on the horizon.
It’s time for a psychedelic pop of whirly colors and patterns this spring. Something that screams against the season of snow and breaks free from the shackles of wintertime blahs.
This is life. This is color. This is freedom in psychedelic form. Hear (my dress) roar.