Wednesday, January 14, 2015


On days of frigid clarity, how do you name the sky, its "blue" that is not blue (why resort to that adjective?), nor cerulean or cyan, but a higher register, a squint-inducing celestialness, brighter than beryl or azure or ultramarine, not sapphire or turquoise or teal, but something sky-ey, something beyond words, something clear and cold yet invitingly warm, something heavenly, just for today, this moment?

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