dream in colour

what if, as part of growing old, people lost the ability to see in colour? The world turned monochrome, with reds and blues and greens returning only nocturnally in dreams, from which people awoke, heavy with nostalgia, to the diurnal greyness.






But perhaps more appropriate would be the other way round, and colour came only with age, like a September Spring. That would be a beautiful compensation. And the young would look forward not so much to being old, as to sharing the new world, and being able to understand the poetry and films made by the old, ro read empty words like 'crimson' and 'orange'.