Blue.

What we take in through our eyes

has a way of creeping into our souls.

For some,

it is the colour of happiness.

Of purity.

And good times.

A salute to our favourite Levi 501s.

An ode to an ex-lover's eyes.

A treasured piece of tapestry.

An object of affection.

And of course – the big blue.

A sense of clarity,

as we dive under a wave,

like all the white noise in our minds,

simply washes away –

if only for a moment.

That calmness we feel when we lay

gazing up at a cloudless sky

on a warm summer's day.

The gravitational pull towards

those glass-like baby-blues

as they stare back at you –

you know, that feeling.

But for others,

this hue is a constant reminder of

great sorrow.

Like a nasty bruise on our shin.

From the side of the chair

we keep running into.

A sad song.

Played on repeat.

A frosty exchange.

With someone we used to know.

A bare wall.

Lonely and sombre.

There is much more to this Pantone

than meets the eye.

There is a lasting sentiment.

That lingers.

Rolling in.

And out

of our lives.

As though reminding us that

we can reinvent,

cleanse,

start all over again –

that is,

if we choose to ride that wild wave.