There is just something about pink. It’s the color of cherry blossoms, and of cotton candy, and of pinchable baby cheeks. It’s the color of love. The color for marketing to little girls. The color they once used to calm inmates. I won’t go further into the cultural history of pink, or the politics of pink (anti-pink). For me, pink is a nurturing color. It’s uplifting and comforting, and sometimes I just need some pink. It seems to be my go-to color lately.