When I was little I used to think that when I was big and all grown up maybe I’d be able to touch the sky, maybe I could touch the colours of a rainbow and they’d feel funny, blue would be cold and red would be hot, yellow would be like touching the warmth of sunshine and green would tickle like soft blades of grass. When I was small I touched colour with my mind.
JD Stockholm. 
I like how you put it; I touched colour with my mind 🙂
I love those sentiments…childhood is magical, at times we should stay that way!
Could you imagine the fun and freedom if sometimes we lived life through children’s eyes.
Color as tactile. It’s a powerful image.