The Wild Blue Hither
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Skies don’t get any bluer than ours was today. In the morning whisps of cloud hung on the southern sky like spaghetti straps on nicely-clavicled shoulders but they soon dropped away as the day grew brazen. After that it was pure naked sky until sunset. I stared up into it and wondered how a colour so deep and enaging can simultaneously appear so simple and elemental. It’s because it’s the sky, of course.
It was a pure, Platonic blue. It was the blue you think of when you hear the phrase “wild blue yonder” (only today it was hither) or “clear blue sky” or “out of the blue.” It was a perfect cerulean blue – straight from the Latin caeruleus meaning sky-blue (in turn from caelum, the sky or heavens).
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Posted to The Good • 2002.08.08 (Thu) • 19:34
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Posted by Mary Beth 2002.07.28, 07:01
Beautiful!
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