I could hear my heart beating as I gazed at the dazzling waves.~Deborah Levy (From August Blue)

I find comfort in the color blue. Is that why I love the sky so much? 

The color scheme in my home is blue and white, with splashes of russet and taupe. My dishes are blue and white, so even when I'm eating I derive pleasure from the color pattern. Years ago, I dreamed of a little white dog with blue eyes that someone gave to me. I'll never forget the joy that dream evoked in me. When I awakened, I wondered if perhaps a warm frosted-colored pup would greet me, look at me with its soulful blue eyes. I have yet to find this creature for my life, so I created an imaginary dog for my protagonist, Alex, in my newest manuscript. Alex names the dog Stella. Her dog is blue-eyed, with short, white fur that feels like velvet on one's fingertips. Stella's muzzle is pinkish with dark spots, much like the photo I posted here. I found this image just the other day and exclaimed, "I think this might be Stella." The photo brings me comfort too.

Sometimes, the world can feel inhospitable to me--ads on social sites shouting, "You must walk away from belly fat." "You need plumper lips. This is the key to a better life." If only. Fear-based statements abound, declaring that surely age spots and osteoporosis are inevitable. I shudder and crave escape from these depressing, boisterous outbursts. Sometimes I turn to food or binge watching to break free of the distressing messages. But these outlets are numbing, and ultimately I'm left with increased discomfort when the numbness wears off.

It's much more likely that a walk will bring relief. I am fortunate that the ocean is near. I fight back resistance to drive to the beach on a brisk winter day.  I am enticed to go because the sun shines and the sky spreads over me in sheer, luxurious blue. Like a blue cashmere sweater. There are few people on the boardwalk. I find a spot to sit and look out over the the glowing sea. The ocean holds my favorite colors. Cerulean blue water and white-tipped waves. I stay there a long while and breathe deeply, the pounding waves a comforting soundtrack. I think to myself, "I believe Alex would bring Stella here." This thought brings me comfort too. Now I'm resistant to leave. I turn from the gleaming blue ocean. My mind is clear. My body invigorated. My spirit alive. Colors of the sea and a little white dog.