What
blue meant to her, I can only attempt to put in words, for I knew it only as
she had made it known to me; through the senses when she would share them.
Through my sight I saw how she
allowed blue to take over her spirit, to wrap itself around her soul and hold
tight to all that her mortal body was not. I could hear the blue in her voice
when she’d speak; powerfully alive when she was happy, devastatingly low when
she was sad, and irresistibly salving when she spoke with love in her words
directly from her heart.