AbsurdBeats

If you asked me my favorite color, I’d say “green”. It’s a lovely, color, green.

But lovely as green is, there is something about blue, something which can make me hold my breath and go, Oh oh oh!

A blue like this:

Hitachi Seaside Park in Japan by Hiroki Kondu/Nat Geo

Back when I still wrote poetry, I wrote of a “gaspingly pure blue sky”, and tho’ the poem wasn’t all that great, that line stayed with me.

Yes, the green is lovely, but it serves mainly to allow us a breath from all that gaspingly pure blue: the blue sky, the blue flowers, the blue shadow beneath the lovely green tree.

Maybe that is why I prefer green: it gives me respite.

But that blue, oh that blue—it is good sometimes to gasp at our world.