The color of a child’s smile is blue. Sometimes is red. But only if they’ve been eating some kind of cherry candy. Generally it beams this bluish hue, which is odd if you think about the meaning of colors. It should be yellow, yes? or purple, no? But it’s all a matter of perception. That’s what grandma says. Everyone sees the colors they want. Your green is your green. I like my blue. My blue isn’t the color of any kind of food.

Someone told me once that you are what you eat. But I’m blue anyway, even though most of what I eat is white, brown, bland colors really. Am I a bland color? You aren’t what you eat, you are what you think you eat. I’m going to believe my food is blue from now on.

Hey look a stream. Do you think it’s full of fish? They eat detritus and worms eat them. Does that mean worms are made of fish, or detritus?

Scandalous.

But anyway, people are colorful, whatever they eat. Everything has it’s shade of blue, somewhere in it.

Standing on Europa now. Fun things here. Well not really. Actually, it’s rather desolate and cold. Freaking cold to be exact. That’s a scientific form of measurement. It’s about to get freaking ass cold. Now I’m heading home.

No life on Europa. Not anymore.

Oh, yeah, I should probably introduce myself. I get a little carried away, wandering through my colorful thoughts. I like to take a ride on the red sea with a brown bag—for the you know, just in case. There’s always someone on board with the purple haze and green skin. Just watch out for yellow. Thar be scurvy in them colors. Oh, poop, missed the intro again.

Hi, I’m sam. Not Sam I am, that’s a different Sam. I’m just Sam, we’ll Sam Schmitismusman but I like to leave that part off for first introductions. Shoot. botched that one. Hey, I’m Sam. And you are? Yes? Oh, it’s your tram stop? I guess I’ll see you around then.

By the way, your smile is really, really blue, like a fish out of water. No that’s a good thing. Really. Trust me. Better than green. or yellow. Be proud ye ain’t got the savage scurvy.

Hey what’s your name? Ah, uh-huh. Ok, sure I don’t talk to crazy people either. What fun would there be in that?