Blue. I like the color blue because it comes in so many shades. I guess all colors come in lots of shades, but blue is in so many colors of nature, unlike, say, brown, which is in dirt and tree trunks and some animals and insects. Gray isn't found much in nature either, unless it's something that is not good, like a dying thing. Or poi.
Blue is in the sky, it's in the ocean, it's in the birds, it's in some flowers, it's even in the eyes of some wild mammals. Blue comes in shades so light they look like a pale grey, or so dark they look like a shade of black. Blue can be for a baby's room, blue can be for the United States Navy, and blue can be the beauty of my Siamese cats eyes. I could look into those eyes forever. I don't know, for the life of me, how anyone could look into the eyes of a Siamese cat, or any animal for that matter, and see anything but a soul there. Of course they have souls, you can see it in their eyes. Does God love my Siamese cat as much as I do? All I need to do to find that answer is look into her eyes. Her trusting, loving eyes.
I could have chosen to write about the emotional blue. Feeling blue, singing the blues, having a blue day. But I prefer to think about the color blue, for that makes me happy. And that's always a good thing.
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