Red is one of my favorite colors. To me it represents love, passion, anger, fiery spirit, and outward strength.
I also associate it with some of my favorite foods: acidic tomatoes bursting with almost too ripe intensity, juicy fresh picked strawberries signaling the flush of summer fruits yet to come.
I wear red on days that I seek warmth and energy all rolled into one.
Red is the color of my son’s bike. It’s a deep red, a grounded red, a red that gives him confidence, gives him weight to keep tires on the ground and feet on pedals, a red that makes him go fast and challenge himself to zoom down grassy hills with mountain bike racer speed.