Technicolour Women

 I see women everywhere. It feels like I’m seeing the world in Technicolor. I feel like I was seeing the world in greys and hues but all of the sudden women everywhere. Their colour, their skin, their shapes, their lips, their hips, their boobs, their walk, their clothes. It can’t be because the sun is out and it is warm and colourful and alive. Their hair, their voices, in groups or singles. Short women, tall women, beige women, vibrant women. I catch myself lingering while walking or thinking, on another woman’s something or nothing or more. I feel my heart quicken, my eyes alert, my mouth smile. And sometimes not often I get a smile back. Most often than not it’s not a woman smiling back. Most times I think at this moment, "it feels isn’t it great to be alive".