I wish thoughts had colors.

I wish thoughts had colors.

You see a little girl playing in the park:
oh look!
She has red swirls with a golden hue around her head.

You’re walking down the street,
you see a toddler in a pram;
and around his head, multiple colors,
changing faster than you can blink.

A man is returning from office and his head is wrapped in shades of blue.
Oh but wait!
There is another woman with darker shades of blue.
And you wonder if both these people are thinking about
similar things.

And then you see them look at each other and a look passes between them - was that sympathy? No. Maybe that rare genuine happiness you feel for strangers. Maybe she smiled because some of her blues matched his. And she knew that his is a peaceful mind, just like hers. She doesn’t know what he is thinking, but she knows that he is satisfied and at peace - just like her.

I wish thoughts had colors. There would be so many of them.