Blue
This winter is not cold. Neither is there warmth. You can see the lack of heat in the cool absence of colour; the absence of all things. It is the deep blanket that covers all else and hides away everything but sadness.
Blue is sadness. The melancholy trim that holds the boundary between feeling nothing and feeling everything.
In winter it is cold. A quiet lack of empathy that protects you from the pain.
In fire it is the barrier between the comfortable warmth of passion and burning white-hot heat of fury.
Blue is the in-between. Blue is liquid change. Blue is the connection to everything. It is not happiness but it borders every barrier between you and it.
Blue is the wave you need to ride.
Blue is the warm and cold sky.
It is winter, spring, summer, autumn and everything.