Synesthesia is a neurological condition in which information meant to stimulate one of your senses stimulates several of your senses.

It was a normal Sunday
A normal dinner with a friend
We had come to know one another
Over the course of a couple years
Through often fractured conversation
When I arrived she sat at a table just inside the front door
Flowing curly locks a fire red,
Eyes that made the sky look dull.
Immediately, my mind began to race…
What if she’s not who I think I know,
What if I’m not who she believes she knows?
What if we don’t connect the way I had come to expect?
I take my seat, we order a drink
Without hesitation I fill our table with my noise...
Speaking, Explaining, Asking…
Hoping, I can drown out the noise in my mind
In the midst of what I can only explain as babble
She looked up, she smiled, she spoke…
At this moment, time slowed…
As she opened her mouth words didn’t simply come out
They flowed like a gentle river,
Caressing every surface in blues, purples, pinks.
An overwhelming calm,
As the world came alive bursting in color
In that moment I knew I needed to know every part of her
In that moment this had become more,
Than a normal dinner with a friend
This would never again be a normal Sunday