At first she doesn’t know what it means; she hasn’t the words. The world is grey and has always been so – that’s what all the books say.
But just as she can’t explain it, she can’t deny it: the sky looks like hope and peacefulness and the earth looks rich and warm like a thick, cosy blanket. She can sit for hours in the forest, wishing that she knew the word green, unaware that even if she did it would be inadequate. When first she saw fire in colour, she truly understood what it meant for a thing to look hot. The flicker of the flames stirs in her a new feeling. For once a person has seen in colour, they can never again be satisfied with mere shades.
And so while others drown in darkness or search for the brightest light, she has a rainbow.