Regal overseeing a world of white. Blue sky. Sable fur. Pink tongue. Black nose. Gray trees.
In the last couple of books I've read, color was an integral part of the story, flavor, and imagery.
In The Book Thief, Death classifies things by color. For example: White--the snow. Black--the darkest moment before the dawn. Red--the burning sky and blood.
In Book of a Thousand Days (rereading for a book club meeting) the narrator often fixates on certain colors. Blue--the Eternal sky, yellow--the sunrise, gold--the sunset, silver--the sword against the blue sky and the color of celebration.
How often do you bring in color to your writing? Is it essential to the story or just something that decorates the background? Does it make your work richer, deeper, more meaningful? Are you a fan of color?