Blue
Early morning after a long night of traveling, something woke me. Dazed I pushed the curtain aside. There was it, the ultimate blue, calling to me. I clambered over him, carefully as not to wake him, opened the door of the RV. There I stood on the Promenade des Anglais. My hands on the cool, white railing, the wind tugging on my hair, caressing my bare chest, bringing with it a briny scent. It resonated with me, made me wide open, unbelievably happy. I hunted it many times, at many plac