“It was morning; through the window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses.”
Fiction. Based on a True Color.
By McKenna Themm
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
Blue dances through the essence of every living being.
At dawn, she slowly ripples through the atmosphere, rolling through the space above us until she hovers “cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses.” As the hours pass and morning blends into day, blue ripens and darkens as a berry in the summer, until the crown of the sky turns a deep shade of royal.
There is no break between her perfectly uniform body, and yet as she peers out from behind billowing clouds, her sapphire face contrasts her turquoise arms. She reaches in all directions, as her presence pervades everything. She dwells within the zenith of the exosphere as well as within the foam-capped sea. Her currents swell and break upon the very shore where she exists in different form.
We walk along the sand and streets, and see the sky above, but who can say where blue ends and begins? Does she not still dance through the air we breathe, as she does through the air above our heads? The sky and ocean are not merely around us, but within us too. We inhale blue with every breath.
Often, we do not personify blue. We think of her more as an adjective than a proper noun. We look out our morning windows and see the “blue sky.” We walk along the coast and gaze at the “blue ocean.” We choose to see the ocean and sky as separate entities.
“They each function as different bodies,” we say. “For look to the horizon. You can see the line between the ocean and sky.”
From a vast distance, the two seem to pull away from one another. However, if we were to actually chase the horizon, we would find that blue is always reconciling the parts of herself that appear to us as separate. Her watery self evaporates into her lofty self which then condenses and later precipitates. Thus the ocean and sky are one. They are blue. Blue exists in the form of sky and sea and is one.
Often, while we forget to personify blue, we use her to explain ourselves. From a young age, we associate blue with sadness. Blue becomes an aspect of our feelings. We carry her in our tears. Also, we identify blue as a type of coolness, the antithesis of anger. We measure blue against red, juxtaposing our fluctuating temperaments.
Although we casually use blue as an adjective to describe our feelings, the psychologist Carl Jung also used blue when he studied and analyzed behavioral patterns, temperaments, and personality types. He identified four color energies—blue, green, yellow, and red—as represented by four common personalities and temperaments. For each color energy a person could have, he defined the common qualities and characteristics. He used blue to represent the reconciliation between thoughtfulness and introversion, and ultimately, the embodiment of coolness.
We still use Carl Jung’s association of colors with certain personalities today. We still use blue to describe ourselves. And perhaps this works well, since blue does indeed find her existence within each of us. She is one with us, as she is one with the world.
And though blue rests at night, as the stars made their appearance, we need not be afraid that we will lose her. For in the morning as we wake, blue will once again pervade everything. She will dance across the sky. As she hovers outside our houses, we need only open our windows, that she may seep into our lungs—and once again, make us one.