What is the color of the wind?

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We all get those times where we drift off into another reality and gain the confidence to ask questions to ourselves that we would never blurt out in public. How do trees feel about global warming? How come two minds better than one, and does half a head have any value? Why do we cherish Halloween so much when your parents tell you to never take candy from strangers? In my drifts through consciousness and space, I wondered what the color of the wind is. Many people have commented on this. Some say that it is a meaningless question, and serves no purpose you can tell these people suffer from some form of anal retention. Others delve into the mystic and you feel like you have stepped into an Avatar-like universe.

 I listened to these views and came to an idea. It’s true that many senses enhance ones perception of events and moods, but couldn’t one sense be enough to experience and embrace a feeling that the other senses could not? The picture of Pocahontas explains my idea. She is in the middle of absolute beauty and all of her senses are alive. But she closes her eyes just to feel the sensation of the wind. This shows that she could have used all her senses to fully engulf the moment, but she chose to feel the individual sensation to enhance her experience. My two cents on the matter: the wind does not need a color. It provides a sensational experience all on its own and which is unique. We do not need many to experience all the moments of life; we just need to ones that matter at the time to fully embrace and cherish the wonders this life has to offer. That’s my two cents, keep the change.