Love is blue. Draped everywhere. Overused. Tired. Find it in the sky or the sea, the top of the world or the bottom. Worn by all cultures in every setting. Worn. Even full planets are blue. And stars larger than our solar system.
Blue is comfortable.
But sometimes blue surprises. Not a wisp, but a whip to the senses; vivid, proud, outrageous, and dynamic. It screams, roars with power and youthful exuberance, denouncing all preconceptions and stereotypes of its hue. Pure blue, it is alive, dangerous, mighty, rare, and unforgettable. “Behold me, I am blue, pure blue, I am forever!” All who witness such color cannot escape unaffected.