Angular in their perfection, the squares are cut in half forming perfectly pointed slices that dig into the golden colors of fabric. They force their scarlet bossiness against the cool bluish tint of a chlorine blush. The blue doesn’t have a chance. It slides by, preferring to stick around the edges in a muted fashion too quiet for the rest of the puzzle to interfere with. Little dots and droplets of lighter blue swim inside the pattern, as if pushing it forward. Only the darkest blue can drown itself deep into the center. With it’s darker quality, even its bubbly personality seems out of place and can only be seen by squinting past the wholeness it creates around the sun. It’s the sun squares that make it cheery. Without its brightness, the ridges become too jagged.