Shades of Blue (repost)

Standing alone at the sea’s edge, if I forget the land at my back, I feel eternity. More so even when on a small boat at sea, no land for miles around, just the sky, the sea and me. Lost in the shades of blue…

I wonder if that is from whence the term, ’I’m feeling blue” arose. Some sad soul staring at the sky and sea – or lost at sea perhaps. Or sick at sea, heading for shores unknown, or an insecure future – was this soul the origin of the color-emotion association? Did he mean, I feel the vastness of nature and it inspires sadness in me as it forces me to feel my utter insignificance? Or did he feel a cleansing oneness with the blue? His only roof the sky with the sun, moon and stars; beneath his feet the wood between him and the boundless depths of the sea.

When I watch the sun rise, I am full of music. I hear it in the air as if all nature harmoniously greets the light, welcoming back the blue, erasing the heaviness of darkened sea and sky. How can blue be the color of sadness when it inspires absolute and complete joy to the world? The sun has risen. The sky and sea are once again, always and forever blue.

The solitude of an empty sky, an unbounded sea, can reinforce the sadness of a sad man. But, oh, how it can lift a soul to take flight. My eyes rejoice, my heart is happy. Another day has dawned and I have lived to embrace the blue, one more day.