The deepest ebony of piano keys in a smoky jazz club
The fieriest caramel sizzling over a flame
The richest ochre, perfectly matte like clay in a potter’s rugged hand
The sweetest milk chocolate adorned in ribbons and pink paper
The warmest red wood scarred by nails and hammers, and pocketknives carving;
“So and so forever”
The lightest whipped cream, fluffy and inviting resting atop succulent strawberries
What is there not to love?