How deep is the ocean

The end of the holiday.
The aftertaste of all that longing and hankering for sunshine and blue skies.
A dream of blue, washed away on an imaginary shore.

"How deep is the ocean?"
"I'll tell you no lie"...

Ella Fitzgerald "How deep is the ocean?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNe_gIH-79w&feature=related



Photo sources and credits:
http://www.frlickr.com/photos/olovecharlieo/4039139545/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7623944@N03/3922714383
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14643312@N02/4088590288/

Blue party

Must dash! Party the blue away...

A feeling of blue

March is the time of the year when I invariably summon the light and the blue.



When I lose myself, time and time again, in the same old pleasure: watching the light hit a wall and bounce back. Waiting for an elastic ray to snap my face, a silent exercise of pure joy.

Once it hits I am there forever, happy paralyzed submissive fly, stunned to the wall trying to swallow the light, engulfed by it. An offering to the sun, abandoned to its grin. Insignificant little parasite who found a home in the skin of the season.




Crisp cool shot of light, sling me into the spring. Make me part of its fine mechanism that propels life a blue further.



And I'm gone... Dipping into the blue, nothing but a brush.

Summer where art thou?

I'm on holiday at the moment. Every single day, it rains. Every single day, in secret, I worship the sun. My little ratty heart beats faster at the thought of a slice of blue sky. But today, summer is a deco dream only.