more brilliant

Oh, darling. Do I have colors waiting for you. Did you know that, although the sun never sets here, the evening sky is more brilliant than any you can imagine? That the river flowing through my city reflects rainbows with hues you cannot fathom? That when we sing together saturated visions of purple and orange, aqua and crimson fill the air? And that here red no longer symbolizes anger and rebellion, that yellow no longer means death, and black is never feared. For I am the light. And death will be no more; neither will there be tears or mourning.