Blue is the color of music.
The cool feel of ivory keys and the nimbleness of practiced fingers as they dance across guitar strings.
The perfect fluidity of a drummer who feels rather than hears the light, tinny whisper of wood on metal and whose limbs exist independently in harmony, moving separately as one.
Blue is the color of
a jazz musician
who sways to and fro like waves in a lazy ocean or
stubborn boughs of tall trees that playful gusts of wind persuade to dance.
Blue is the color of
contentment;
sitting inside on a rainy day and hearing the irregular beating of water on the roof coupled with muffled
slaps of feet on wet pavement far below.
Blue is the color of parting words and forgotten covenants-
the color of makeup that cascades down the faces of the broken.
Blue is the color that fills up empty spaces
and conceives the purest form of mystery.
Blue is depth,possibility, relief.
When the clock strikes midnight, the world becomes a deep blue, and everything is completely still.
Blue is the Witching Hour
laced with power
when fantasy becomes commonplace and the world is left to the imagination of the dreamers, who alter
it on the whims of their fancy and orchestrate it to the symphonies of the mind’s eye.
Blue is the color of the ones who exist where they shouldn’t and live in the brief moments between
today and tomorrow.
Along with her responsibilities as a student, Jenna is always looking for new opportunities to experience life through travel, literature, music, and all forms of storytelling.
