A cook in his kitchen

Where to start, when I am feeling blue? Let’s start by describing it to you. Blue is the hottest color a flame can get, this is true . So hot it appears white. blinding ones sight. Blue is the endless sky that stretches over our heads, seeming to always promise something a new. Such as dream or destination to come by . Blue isn’t for those who are shy. For Blue is the reflection on the water, so crisp and pure. Always inviting you to join its embrace, a natural cure. Blue is sadness, that is so deep in color it seems to be a black shadow inside. Dark enough to make one subside. Blue is joy of a new beginning, when tinted just right, and accompanied by white.

So I start with the fire inside , to cook with such heat and passion, that shall not subside.

I will add flavors , to match the sky. to see how high your taste can fly.

I will add some water , pure and clear. The now raising steam fills the air.

This longing to taste , what is now permeating throughout the room . Reminds me to not waste, for time will not resume.

So I set the table , with a light hand . Remembering with each step where I stand.

I stand with blue in mind , from the heat of fire, now passions desire. From the sadness of longing, that i can keep prolonging. Wanting to expand your taste , to reach the ends of your imagination. I hope I cooked enough not waste , yet get some validation.

Forever your cook in blue, and to only forever cook for you.