Naming Colors

Can you imagine coming up with the process of naming colors?

It was posed as a question, a straightforward one that on some level didn't do enough justice to how one came to describe something that had to be seen...versus felt...or tasted.  It's the one sense left open to interpretation and nuance.  Well maybe the sense of hearing...

It's like describing her to somebody else.

There is no way to do it justice...try to describe blue to somebody.  Half of the time it's going to be the color of the sky.  For me it would be the color of the Pacific Ocean.  To others it will be Tiffany...or the color of a bruise.  And each would be correct, each one exactly one hundred percent on target.  And each one different from each other.

So to describe her would be like describing a color...limiting it to pre-designed tints and textures...no real adequate way to uniquely describe her without falling way short in the desire to fully convey the exquisiteness of her.

The delicateness.

Feather-weight against him with the intoxicating scent of her...eyes brimming with leverage over him...knowing smiles on her barely lipsticked lips...

The fine down of hairs on the small of her back, invisible until you are right up against them.

Every day...every day he would walk outside, climb into a car and drive out into traffic, past trees and parks and the colored sky that most days would be blue.  He went out in a world surrounded by billions of colors...each one of them reminding him of her.