February Photo A Day

It’s snowing here, again, and we’re watching the world from the window, looking past the huge flakes stuck to the screen as they create a permanent snow-scape. There’s a frantic toe-point ballet of ice at the roof and even the trees seem weary of winter, shaking their limbs free of snow.

Here, inside, it’s all blankets and television, hot tea, a baby who smiles in his sleep then cries and fusses in wild frenzied intervals.  I’m grateful I have no where I need to be, that I have this sweet boy who, when he decides it is appropriate, is wide and blue-eyed, pressing a warm head against my chest.

We painted the walls of his room a fairytale blue. Not because he’s a boy but because it’s the color of a technicolor movie sky. Hyper-real. In a way.

Sometimes we are all lucky enough to see a sky the color of the wall and I’m thinking of this particular coat of blue, and the way they soared, just before dusk, on a summer day in Coney Island.


3 thoughts on “Blue

  1. When I was a kid I had friends (sisters) who got to paint their rooms any color they wanted and one chose blue and the other green and it was like being in the ocean or in the forest. I thought it was the coolest thing ever.


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