If I were a month, I’d be February, because I'm a child of summer.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday, because good things happen on Saturdays.
If I were a time of day, I'd be 11 P.M. because it's late enough to be interesting, but early enough to be awake.
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth, carrying much turmoil but ultimately the spark of life. Or maybe on my off days
Eclectia, a little more volcanic.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a
Shapeshifting Octopus.
If I were a direction, I’d be Up.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a fold-out couch.
If I were a liquid, I’d be black tea with milk and honey.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a Lapis Lazuli, like they used in paintings in the Renaissance, and it was more precious than gold.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Pohutukawa. But I don't just come out at Christmas, in fact rather the opposite.
If I were a tool, I’d be Pliers, and don't forget the
No. 8 wire.
If I were a flower, I’d be an Iris.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be Wind, huffing freshness in your face to wake you up.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a synth with a thousand voices. No, that's not enough... They have tens of thousands these days, so I'd want a hundred thousand.
If I were a color, I’d be right between royal blue and royal purple.
If I were an emotion, I’d be swinging wildly and completely unpredictable.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a Feijoa, that guava-related local that tastes sort of like banana and sort of like pear.
If I were a sound, I’d be drum 'n' bass that you can feel through your feet and into your insides.
If I were an element, I’d be Silver.
If I were a car, I’d be an old-style campervan with murals on the outside.
If I were a food, I’d be an avocado, surprisingly versatile.
If I were a place, I’d be a wild beach: cliffs, sand, waves, wind, feeling alive.
If I were a material, I’d be polar fleece.
If I were a taste, I’d be Manuka Honey: Slightly sweet with a strong dark undertone, too much for some, but very good for ya!.
If I were a scent, I’d be cider: fruity, tangy, and just a little tipsy. Yes, the smell.
If I were an object, I’d be a glass and copper candle-holder: older than I look, fragile, and holding a light safe from extinction.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be enthusiasm (whatever that looks like).
If I were a song, I’d be “
Open Road Ahead.” (today, anyway)
If I were a pair of shoes, I would be Jandals (flip-flops, for the rest of you).
If I were an item of clothing, I'd be a thick sleeveless fleece with loads of pockets.
If I were a computer, I'd be a battered ThinkPad with faulty memory.
If I were a book, I'd be Taliesin by Stephen Lawhead.
If I were chocolate, I'd be Rocky Road.
If I were a cloud, I'd be Cirrus, because in my mind I fly high and cover a lot of area.
