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!
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.
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