The Eleventh Color

Ever wonder why we only see a total of ten basic colors, at most? I mean, there are in between colors, but why isn't there eleven? 

I sometimes wonder what it would look like, the eleventh color. I see more colors than I was meant to, flickering across pages and music.  But I can't help but feel I only have a taste.  

I think it would look like the feeling of raspberry ice cream falling off your cone to the grey pavement, only to be caught by someone you hadn't forgotten.  

Or maybe it would look the way a brand new pen feels sliding across someone's skin, writing a phone number.  

Sometimes, on rainy days, the eleventh color is like a broken goodbye, lodged in my throat. 

I wonder... 

what is your eleventh color? :)

~effervescent laughter

Salutations!

What is a song that makes you want to jump up and dance, whether at home, with friends or at a dentist's appointment? :)

~Effervescent laughter

The Name of Love

Love is a broken mirror.  Love is a music box.  Love is leaving your umbrella inside.  Love is bungee jumping off Boulkrans!  Love is skating across wood floors in brand new socks.  Love is an unwritten page.  Love, for me, is forgetting about who you were and what mistakes you made, and taking a flying leap into what you can become; sacrificing yourself for another person. What is love to you?

-Effervescent Laughter