Orange is the color of energy wrapped in a bright orb like the sun. It is the juice that drips down your hands when you start to peel. It was the warm glow we gazed into when we sat on top of Indian Rock, eating Zachary’s pizza from the box as smoke drifted from your lips and your face bathed in the light. It was the traffic cones we ran over in panic as we realized we went down the wrong ramp, driving against traffic on the freeway to correct ourselves. It was the fire we watched die as it slowly turned to embers into the night.