Wild Blue Yonder

Soft.  Static.  Solitary.

This color reminds me of cotton, of the soft fluff of cotton balls and the simplistic natural beauty of a cotton plant.  It's devoid of much emotion because it simply just exists to serve something greater than itself, like the cotton being stretched and spun and made into cloth.  Even then it's not what we want it to be, so we drown it in the color of something else until it suits our liking.

It's the color of no words left to say.  Almost a parting, a farewell, based on the reasons that there simply aren't any words left to fill the gaps and the realization that that's okay.  It's the color of when you part ways mutually because they are choosing one path and I the other.

There doesn't need to be any great loss or incident that caused this type of separation.  Life takes its natural course, and we choose the directions in which we travel; we may begin on the same path as another, but because we are different individuals and not necessarily anything more, we choose different forks in the road or meander off at different intervals.  It's the distance caused by these twists and turns that bring us farther apart.  One path isn't right, and one path isn't wrong, they're just different, and later on we hopefully realize that we are on the path we want to be travelling.

It's the color of goodbye.

And yet... in the partings and farewells and changes of course, we find that it offers the comfort of something to return to.  In it we find the comfort of another waiting in their place, the shoulder they offer or their hand to tell you they're here for you and will wait patiently for you to heal.  

It's the familiar comfort of the sheets on your own bed where you can lie down at night and breathe a sigh of relief because it's sure to get better from here on out.  It's the whispers in your ear that tell you they will still be there in the morning.  It's the comfort of the background support that you haven't appreciated until the moment when you realize the center of your focus has shifted, and you are unfamiliar with the new view.  

It's the color of cotton, pulled and spun and woven into the shirt that pads your cheek against their chest.

It's the color of their sure, steady heartbeat that promises you're not alone.