Where does the colour white begin and end? I can only say the descriptions are as infinite as those you use for white wine. The way we see white is influenced by light, texture, other colours nearby.
I don’t think I can describe how happy I was to find myself all alone in this tunnel in the Underground one day. Surrounded by so much white, where did it begin and end? The effect the light on each surface makes it come alive.
Much of the time I don’t think about the subtle changes light brings, but you begin to understand it with white.
A white out has so many colours, yet people understand the phrase.