Times When the Colors Were All I Knew

I could taste the blue, the chilly sweet crispness, like a fall morning fresh off of summer.

I gasped for breath as the purple enveloped me; I could feel it from my toes to my middle to my neck, then over my head and into my mouth and covering my eyes until the only thing I could feel or taste or see or be...was violet.

With the flavor of the red sky still upon my tongue, I closed my eyes and dreamed of warnings.