Blue

 Blue is success or loss. Blue is a longing that stretches the chest. Maybe the music is called that because of the low, slow moans. Nina Simone or Thelonious Monk's horn stretches out the searing agony of emotion until the essence of blue wraps over the listener. Blue is looking at the sky and knowing it's been there since forever, that past the longing for an ocean warm enough to surf in, of bright sparkling days is infinite. Blue is potential. Sooner or later we all end up in the sky or the ocean. Blue is the in between the highs and lows. The freedom to cruise at 110 mph with nothing but the sky above and distance in front and behind. Blue is the effortless chain of freestyle, flowing from the throat. Vishuddha chakra, the throat portal is blue. Blue is baby babble, blood before it's oxygenated. Blue is emptiness waiting to be filled, everything and nothingness. Blue is my knit hat, which warms my head enough to set my thyroid right, instant comfort.