My friend told me that he sees numbers in colors.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I see every number as a color. Odd numbers are fiery and hot, mostly oranges and reds. Even numbers are cool and soothing, a lot of blues and greens.”
“How does this help?”
“Well, when I’m having trouble with a math problem, I think in colors instead of numbers.”
I laughed. “So you can multiply yellow and blue? I thought yellow and blue made green.”
“No. Yellow and blue make forty-two. Yellow is seven and blue is six.”
“What color is forty-two?”
“Forty-two is green. Aren’t you paying attention?”
In a weird way I understood – not how he could figure out fractions using colors, but how one thing connected with another.
I confessed, “The months of the year are in a circle in my head. November is at the top, probably because my birthday is November 13th. As the year progresses along I see myself traveling around in a circle.”
“I see the months as shapes. December is round and sparkly. January is jagged.”
“I once knew a woman that saw an animal in every person she met. We worked at a clinic and she would say things like, ‘The quail needs a blood test.’ I would walk out into the waiting room, and sure enough, there would be a quail thumbing through People Magazine.”
“I wonder what kind of animal she would see in me. I feel like a monkey.”
I hated to tell him that I was afraid of monkeys, but admitted, “I was born in the year of the monkey.”
“I’ve been told my aura is orange.”
“What number is orange?”
“Why… five, of course.”