Unseen but felt

Red is the color of hot water running across your finger tips.  Heating with slow intensity and growing to an unbearable burning feel.  Red is like that, a tempestuous burn.  It is passion rising at the touch of a lovers lips deepening with the kiss. It is the rich bass of a great song pounding through your being and filling your body with heat.

Blue is the opposite, cool water feeling like a soothing caress, is the color of the sky, pleasant but not overly insulting to your soul.  As the water grows cooler on your skin it darkens in shades until becoming so cold, icy that it is both dark and light.  The icy feel like sharp pins stabbing into your skin is the color of frozen Popsicle sticking to your tongue.  Blue is like that, coolness you can stand and then suddenly richly unbearable. Subtle then sharp spiking chords that make you get goosebumps.  Blue can do that to your soul.

Yellow is a hug, enveloping with warmth.  It is turning your face to the sun and feeling it kiss you with delight.  Yellow can be rich like melted butter on your tongue, making you feel warm, oily, yet slightly craving more.  Bright yellow can be like an overripe banana, squishy on your tongue, too much to ingest in its overripe state.  It's the feel good song that makes your heart sing along in cheerfulness.  Yellow can be a balm for your soul in the form of hope.

Green is the sound of wind in trees.  Melancholy and whistling in your ears.  Green is the color of growing.  Grass, children, baby animals, this is the color of green.  Feel shoots of new grass, feel leaves on trees.  A myriad of feels, this is green.  From sharp pine needles, to the flat broad leaves of tropical plants, this is what green feels like, newness of a rainy day on the earth, you can taste green in the sharpness of pineapples and limes, green is the smack in the taste buds to awaken your senses.  Green is rising scales in a symphony, key notes to make your heart soar.

Color is frequency reflected in every day life, each moment a note, a cacophony of noise refracting and reflecting life in every way.  From the sharp toot of a brilliant red indignant car horn, to the lazy blues of a trickling stream.  The zesty orange hues of a street performer's laughter,  and yellow bliss of the delighted screams of a child on a swing, the candy floss pinks of new love, and stolen kisses. Color is us, in sound and movement.