The Blue

Never has there been anything so diverse, and yet so constant. Never has there been anything so unpredictable and yet so certain. It stretches out for miles, changing with every passing minute. At times it is a bottomless pit, and at others only a shallow puddle. It is a beautiful thing, the blue, whether it be the piercing turquoise of a fruit dove's tail feathers or the deep darkness of the night sky. For some it may be the wild crashing waves that call them forth, for others it may be the crystal waters, separating the sky from the ocean floor, but for me, it is the waters that you can stare into, and see nothing but the pure, unbroken, blue.

Maya