The colour of the wind

This takes me back to a line in the song from the movie Pocahontas that says “Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?” To be honest I’ve never thought of the wind in terms of colour but more as a movement and the flow of items it touches like the green rustling of the leaves or the blue crashing waves.

I can imagine the wind as a paint palette and depending on how he feels that particular day that’s the colour he chooses. If he feels flirty like on the day he decides to blow women’s dresses up I’d say his a shade of pink, when the wind is howling outside his angry and he drapes himself in a shade of red, when all is calm he chooses a shade of blue. When he feels like a night out on the town he happily dances with the trees and appears in a shade of yellow. The wind brings about change and so the colour of the wind can’t remain the same.

We can feel and experience the wind but will never be able to touch it. For some it can be seen as translucent, and appear just as they see it as it shapes items and all you see is nothing. Each day brings a new colour which gets added to the paint palette and you can never tell what colour the wind will be for that day.