Blue.
A promise.
The intermediate color between green and violet,
as of the sky or sea on a sunny day.
Such a wonderful adjective.
I love the word when used as a verb.
"The day would haze, the air bluing the afternoon."
As a noun, blue is a pigment.
The color blue.
Beautiful.
Azure, with a touch of the fade that
clouds add to the sky.
Sometimes we may feel blue.
Or might try to convince someone of
something until we are blue in the face!
Other times we look off into the blue, the unknown place that brings promise of change, hope, and a future.
And things might happen, just out of the blue. Surprises! The unexpected. Generally something good.
Blue skies. Such a welcome sight after a long winter of grey and fog. Spring is near.
Blue.
Azure.
True.
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