Remembrance of color

Walking down a path in the forest, he remembered how it had looked as a child, vibrant of colors with names nobody knew the names of anymore. His friends, just five or so years younger, would have no recollection of ever having seen a color. Nobody knew what had happened, one day, all the colors had just started to slowly fade away. He knew from the few elder to him, that had stayed around, that even what he had experienced had only been a tiny sliver of what it had once been. Colors hsd existed in the millions. As he walked through the monochrome forrest, he would see the light shine into a grove some 20 odd meters off the path, and something in him urged him to move towards the light. Despite what that usually mean. In the grove, light was reflecting on the dewey leafs, creating a kaleidoscope of light. It was almost like seeing colora again. Even that little flower looked like a red. Carefully leaning over, preparing for a diaappointent while casting a shadow over the flower, the…