waves of hardened iridescence
like ocean swells of liquid reflection
under cerulean skies
currents of ocean air
soft grains of wet sand along the shore
etikser, original photo and writing
a long walk
a little out of breath
then I see it
the big blue box
at the top of the hill
at the end of the path
Can’t help but wonder at the splendor of the color.
Can’t help but breathe deeper and believe it’s really cooler and fresher,
and life is surely better.
That the magic we’re all chasing is hovering there,
in the soft blurry ancient mounds.
Sweet blue, on blue, on blue color.
original unedited photo (photographed 6/4/19)