Blue

Sometimes in the Winter, the lure of the stars outweighs the cold. There is a strange otherworldly feeling that wakes you suddenly, but not with cruelty. You wake, completely awake but with no sense of fear. Something secret and magickal awaits you, and you have a sense of anticipation that is pleasant and almost sneaky. So you swing your feet to floor and walk to the window. What greets you is blue and sparkles with a million years of wisdom.

You grab your boots and put them on barefoot. Your coat is on before you know it and you are outside. There is a hush that grows ever deeper as you crunch further away from your home. Holding still now, the silence envelops you and sooths every frayed nerve ending in a comforting chill. Everything is crisp, and calm. The silence is a most welcome break to your ears. You begin to realize that even though it’s quiet inside, it’s not quiet like this. There are no appliances hum, no ticking clocks, no furnaces kicking on, no creaking floors. This silence is whole, complete and perfect. Time stops, lost in the cloud of your breath.

The sensation of being the only person alive is exciting and wonderful. It is not followed with stress, because this moment is perfect. As everyone sleeps you have this moment, all to yourself. It is your secret. The secret is between you and the color blue.

Most people do not thing of snow as blue, but in the night with no moon it is all blue. Blue in various shades reflects off of the strange half light that is prone to show itself only on certain snowy evenings. Soft blue heaps sparkle and twinkle and speak softly to you of oceans of time, all endless. There is a whisper of thunderstorms from the middle ages, of hurricanes from the dawn of humans, and the snows of the ice ages. It is all here, in front of yo at this moment. These bits of knowledge are sometimes no more than feelings of chills; but make no mistake there is knowledge here. It is being imparted to you. It woke you, and tugged you to the window. It piles dusts your hair with geometric perfection that clumsy humans can never achieve. It speaks. In shades of blue.

After a while the cold becomes too much and you have become wet with the ages. You hesitantly go back inside, trying to take everything in again. For this is too precious to lose, too sacred to forget. The warmth of the house hits you in full, and your cold nose puts up a fight. Your feet get feeling back as your hair drips on the floor. You dry off now, warming up with each passing minute. You go back to the window, this time wrapped in a blanket and stare. There is peace in this moment. Really, that is all life is. Moments.

These are rare and beautiful nights. If you are lucky you may get a few of them in your lifetime. Hold onto them. Listen to them. Wrap yourself in them. For they are all too fleeting. Especially when they are drenched in blue.