A whisper looks andry red and ink black, puke green and muddy brown. It could feel like the sizzling and popping of a sparkler when it gets too close to your skin, a wave pushing you over at the beach, a gust of cold wind when you open the car door, or an electric shock from the lightswitch. It can make you feel guilty green or down and blue or furious red. Or it could look like a cabbage butterfly that landed on your finger. It can be a warm white that touches your core. It moves in a relaxed flowy way into your ear and through your thoughts, like a feather dancing through the wind, that settles on your shoulders in an embrace.