Wings.

What if we could grow wings? Would they be enormous? What color would they be? I would think the wings would match the person. Including size and color. They be a complete reflection of yourself; on the inside. How would our society feel? Would it accept this wonderful new trait or reject it? Will our attitudes towards each other change? What about the people who can't grow them? I would expect they would be treated differently like an outcast. I would hope that  wouldn't be true, I know I wouldn't treat them any different. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Everything would be different and have to change. Land transport would be a like of the passed. Airplanes gone. Instead it would be wonderfully clean and clear skies. We'd no longer have to look up at the sky and wonder what clouds would feel like? What if they weren't meant for flying? What if we were like ostriches or peacocks? Where our wings aren't made for flight but instead we had speed or beauty. Would we become foreign creatures, like angels? The higher beings we adore.