Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Why should blue give hope? Why does a clear sky pass on comfort? It blocks out the gaping black of space. Is that why?  Eyes hold blue for some. Does that color rise from a hopeful mind or a cloud gazer?

Blue does raise my thoughts from grey, failed slush. Blue brings energy, marks future horizons. Blue is clean without the starkness of bleached white. Deep blue carries authority like a war bitten admiral commanding his marines.

Would blue drift and wrap me in peace if I had been born under an orange sky? What if I lived under the blue almost endlessly like a scorpion in the desert? Would I hope it’s oppressive, unblinking gaze were erased by the reset of night. Then black might be my hope in its velvety safety.

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