by Jeff Rodrigues
Blue is quiet. It is the simple melancholy of life. The silent moments that do not need reason or explanation. It is the simplicity of existence and its ebb and flow. Blue is a feeling. It can weigh you down and push you forward. It is the bright blue sky and the deep dark of the sea. It is the all-encompassing color of life, where birds fly, where the sea holds its secrets. It can be cold, it can be calming, it can be the igniting flame. Blue is the soft whisper with the weight of a thousand words. It is the bruise, the grief, the missing breath, the rarest moon.