Red Brick

The City of Manchester was alive.

The light rain that fell upon the faces of the umbrellaless did not alter the perception of the beauty. The sky was crying, but the people were not.

As I walked through the city and along the canal, my mind was focused on one thing: orange. Not the fruit, but the color. This might sound like a weird concept, but it will be explained.

It was evening when the muggy clouds started to dissipate. It was timed perfectly to let the orange and pink sunset come shining through on the city. The slippery streets were reflecting the skies colors. At this point in time, every color around me was overwhelmed by the light. The red brick buildings were highlighted to look like a burnt orange that were consumed by fall.

When turning right off Chorlton Street, I was in a tunnel of orange. Looking further and further down the busy road I was consumed with feeling. I felt the orange soak into my skin and cause a warm feeling to spread across my body. I smelt the petrichor in the air creating a fresh and soothing appreciation for rain. In this exact moment, I could only thank the color orange for all of these emerging feelings and emotions.

Orange is the color of beauty. Orange is the color of peace. The only way I figured this out was in the exact moment of turning down one street filled with red brick buildings in the middle of a regular day in Manchester.