Colors

The color blue tastes like a glass of water, chilled with an ice cube, the glass foggy from condensation
It sounds like the crashing of an ocean, slapping the sand with each roll

The color pink tastes like a bite of a cupcake piled high with sweet, fluffy icing
It sounds like the chirping of a baby bird on a spring day

The color orange tastes tangy, almost sour. Impossible to miss
It sounds like saxophone wailing on a street corner, piercing, jazzy, and noticeable

The color green tastes like fresh fruit. It tastes like summer air and all that is new
It sounds like the rustling of leaves, crunching underfoot

The color red tastes like a fiery hot pepper. Flames, burning. It reels you in
It sounds like a jazz band swinging all night long at a club, never stopping for breaks

The color purple tastes rich and refreshing, like a bite of swirling dark chocolate
It sounds like a wind whipping around a castle- barely a whisper against the heavy stones

The color yellow tastes tart and sour, lemony and zingy, waking you up immediately
It sounds like fairy bells ringing high-pitched jingles in your ears