Color of Wind

As wind runs its fingers against your face, morphing itself around you with its rush, the sensation itself is one of primary beauty. The current of air has its similarity to the sea, though not as harsh, and empty space cannot replicate its touch because it lacks intimacy. The passing air has its special kiss.

The wind is felt like color is seen. When one thing has its own color, it may be of a likeness to many others that share its shade, but to have a unique coating that catches the human eye with its beautifying abilities is a tremendous thing. Natural gusts have this uniqueness about them when embracing the unshielded witnesses to its presence. Many sensations can be likened to it, but none have what it has.

A color of its own. What would it be?