Truth and Color

This is a question that has been floating around my head for a few days. Is there a relationship between truth and color? Maybe this is a silly question. But if there were a truth, what would it be? When God created the world, he created it in color. I think there were even more, and more exquisite, colors when we lived in Heaven. We don't have all the colors here, and we don't have them with the same dimension as they exist in Heaven. Perhaps our obligation is to be congruent in the use of color. Congruent to purpose, personality or something else? In nature, we see the vast and varied arrangement of color that changes with light and dark. I love that we have a blue sky, but I particularly love the sky when it is a certain color of blue. In California, I learned to ascertain what the weather would be for the day by the color of the sky in the morning. The same color system didn't work in other places that I lived, like Utah and Hawaii. The color of the skies in both of those places was different. The color of the sky changes geographically, and that change of air and light impacts how all of the other colors read. A color scheme that works in one climate, does not necessarily transfer to another climate and look the same. Sometimes a color scheme looks really awful in its foreign climate. Maybe I should also consider the symbolism of colors. Maybe our favorite color is our true identity color.