I’ve actually thought about describing colors to someone who can’t see. Oddly enough brown is the one that has stuck with me.
Brown is the smell of fresh baked bread, a coziness when you’re sitting by a warm fire, the feeling of someone telling you how much they love you. Brown feels like melting, in the best possible way.
I feel like white would be something soft and fluffy, like feathers or the stuffing in a pillow. I think this would work well when combined with the description of red to create pink, a warm softness.
aji23 on January 29th, 2020 at 04:39 UTC »
They had me stand outside on a breezy spring day. I heard the birds and smelled the flowers. This was the color of the sun and it was yellow.
Then they made me attend a ceremony if solemnity. Of importance. This was the color purple. Rarity and import.
Raconteur-adjacent on January 29th, 2020 at 05:10 UTC »
I’ve actually thought about describing colors to someone who can’t see. Oddly enough brown is the one that has stuck with me.
Brown is the smell of fresh baked bread, a coziness when you’re sitting by a warm fire, the feeling of someone telling you how much they love you. Brown feels like melting, in the best possible way.
burnn2 on January 29th, 2020 at 05:12 UTC »
I feel like white would be something soft and fluffy, like feathers or the stuffing in a pillow. I think this would work well when combined with the description of red to create pink, a warm softness.