COLOURED AIR

In the shower this morning, trying to sober up, I got to thinking about coloured air. As I watched the steam escape from the window, I imagined the cold air coming in to replace it. And then I started thinking how awesome it would be if all air was coloured. Hot purples, reds, pinks and oranges spinning and spiraling past each other en route to a higher place. Replaced by cool deep greens and icy blues quietly creeping along the floor. I thought I had really figured out something special. But now in the sobriety of evening I realize that such a rainbow of beautiful colours would only serve to block all the nice scenery that I love so much. And probably make driving pretty dangerous.