This Blue

I woke up this morning and the sky was startlingly blue. I was out surveying my tulips when it caught me. I looked hard into its vastness and I became entangled.

Why did the sky choose today to become so blue and why so early in the day, I thought.

It was the type of blue I could almost taste. I know some people have this ability, to taste the colors they see. I do not though, so I am left to lean on my imagination.

This blue tastes light and refreshing like water. It is crystal cool with a few remnants of crispy ice cubes. The cubes are moments away from melting into disappearance.

This blue will develop a taste of citrus when the sun rises into its middle later in the day.

I may not be able to move colors into the tastebuds of my mouth, but I can liken the things I see and experience to a multitude of memories and feelings.

This blue makes me feel where my teeth meet my gums. Sometimes when I hear scratchy towels rub together I go to this place in my mouth. I am suddenly very aware of the beginning and endings of my teeth and gums.

This blue makes me think of summers dead but still living. I think of old red farm trucks, cows stuck in the mud, and my grandmother sitting in the old chair on her sun porch.

When I looked into the sky this morning I wasn’t sure if I had actually woken up. This blue is the thing of my dreams, literally.

When I find myself dreaming, I go to my eternal home place. I fly to it, actually. I will put myself up into the air and the sky is a blazing blue. The fields are littered with wildflowers and I go to the red truck, the cows in the mud, and my grandmother on her porch.

If I was a less reasonable human (I mean, what’s the fun in reason) I would have gone to the farmhouse this morning just to see if I could catch a glimpse of my grandmother in that chair or my grandfather out in the yard with a dark beer.

You see, this blue was blue enough to trick me into believing ghosts of my beginnings were still living across the section.

This blue had me believing that the old farmhouse still had its heartbeat.