It envelops the space all around us. There's clear blue skies, aqua-tinted blue water, my own green-blue shawl, frosty-blue on Aseel's frostbitten fingertips as he guides the inflatable boat, a berry blue color. For miles to see, there is blue.
But I don't know if blue is a good thing. I have regrets that paint my being as bright as the cobalt that now streaks the sky -- leaving home will be testing. We’ve been drifting for so long that it seems like time doesn’t exist.