"We had gone somewhere . . . perhaps Louisiana. Or Mississippi, I always confuse the two. You see, Louisiana is a faded red violet, but Mississippi is puce, and they can just get so close at times . . ."
I said to my disbelieving friend. She didn't seem to understand this little method of categorizing that I had been using for a few years. It had started as a feeling, but the more I exercised this new muscle, the stronger my color-senser became.
It started while I was listening to my music player. I turned to my mom, and said to her, "Y'know, this song, 'No More Cloudy Days', is a creamy orange with perhaps some white stripes." She looked at me funny, and I figured to continue finding more colors in my favorite songs. "Act of the Apostle" was gray, "Neptune City" a deep indigo . . . "Mondays" a red. Time for some research! To Google!