At twilight, when everything is gloomy and the sun is nowhere but a faint glow enough to shed some light on to my face, I paraded this clean monochromatic look of blues. My anxiety rises as I walk on parallel boards with just enough gap for my heels to get stuck and for my person to consequently topple over, face flat and sprained ankle. But alas, I persevered. I angled my feet sideways and walked like a mallard.
With a color only the oceanic creatures unbeknownst to man live in, a deep blue off-shoulder ribbed top strikes in contrast to the calm sea behind me. As my trousers and watch take after the white sky hinting of a day’s end. Then you listen to the rhythmic crashing of waves against the blue-toned gray pebbles which this cross body bag matches. And you wait. Wait for Finding Dory to be shown in cinemas.. Dory.. who is just as vibrant blue as my cutout heels.
This overcompensatingly wordy post is brought to you by the overcompensating spelling of rhythm. Spell check better be right as I’m having a semantic satiation over this word. I hope you enjoyed that and I hope I get to see you in the comments below!