sky/
It was going to be blue. But I am yellow. Not as in cowardly, but as in sunflower. Except I may also be cerulean, or azure. Lapis or ultramarine. Any of the deep whimsey that paints itself into the corner of bluedom. And really, it was the sky. Yesterday so gray and dim, all the wetness half way soaked into ground. The river two feet higher, brown mud swirled, our beach by the swimming hole swamped and in a day or two, if the clear holds, it will be back. All the water having