Hey, Tomorrow_Is_Today1. Thanks for the opportunity to read your work and comment.

I have the impression that this piece has been taken from a longer one and condensed. Maybe not. Anyway, I don't get the point of your story. Why does your MC see colours up here and why not before? What is the mechanism at play where she (presumably) feels like a giant and what is the implication of that? From whence the compunction to go home? Is this a bitter-sweet discovery she will come to regret? The story has great potential and I would love to see if you can do more with it.

Be careful of redundancy. The sun faded as the day went on, is saying the same thing. It can be summed up as at the end of the day. The word though at the start of this sentence implies a coming contradiction that is not there, so is not needed.

Cheers.