The blues all smush together into this hazy mist.
No distinction between land and sky.
Emerald water glistens into a soft marbled blue, giving way to swaths of cotton ball clouds.
The Korean family’s chitter chatter from camp still echoes within.
Forest lava, I can still hear the little girl cry out to her childhood comrades.
But oh this blue.
Like a memory.
Whale skin glistening.
A Blue Jay’s feather flittering in the afternoon sun.
The soft, endless ocean in his eyes.
A deep sea galaxy like the galvanized space in my heart that holds the sweetest sweet and the darkest dark.
Oh this blue.