IF THIS COLOUR WASN'T A COLOUR

When someone names a colour, the majority of us think about the colour, not the word. People who are born visually impaired, have a different approach. What is colour to them? We see colours everyday, with their different hue. We learn to distinguish things from their colour, so the sun is yellow, the water is blue, the forest is green. Our life is coloured.

Today, I was invited to think about a colour and describe it without mentioning it. Hence, I suppose I should probably examine it as if it wasn’t a colour.

If this colour was a feeling, it would embrace a lot of emotions: it is happiness and fun. It is the colour of friends when they get together, when they share their stories and have a good time.

It’s a good joke, a burst of laughter.

It’s a baby that smiles at you.

It’s your dog that wags its tail when you take him for a walk; when you give him a delicacy he shouldn’t have or when you come back home.

It’s a reggae song, which pushes you to dance as if you have effervescent bubbles within. It’s a burst of energy; an idea that comes up to your mind; a desire to create.     

It’s a colour without sex, but like a coin, it has two faces. Indeed, for some cultures this is the colour of jealously and envy. When it comes to you it is difficult to get rid of. It resettles in your liver and makes you do regretful things.

If it is associated to a health matter, this may not be a good colour. It may be the alarm of a small or grave dysfunction.

If it was a smell or a taste, it can be nice or horrible, but in most cases it has an acidic, sour taste.

It’s the colour of something of vital importance for growth.

It makes you warm. You can love it, if you are cold, or you can hate it, if you are looking for refreshment. 

Need another hint? It’s the colour of the summer!