There are days I feel blue. For no reason. Inexplicably, this wave like the ocean engulfs me, cerulean. Maybe the blue came upon me because it is Monday. Maybe it came in the night. I didn't sleep well last night. Worrying. Free floating anxiety. Nothing specific. Everything specific. Blueness in the black night.
I want things to be bright blue, like the September sky. Instead I get the murky blue that like sediment floats on thin air ...
I think I saw a blue heron today. It really isn't blue.
Tomorrow I will not be blue either.
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