The blue expo marker sat quietly on the edge of the white board. they are peculiar things, blue expo markers. shall we argue the shade of their color? blue seems like such a general color - a color that would lay on the painting palette of a young boy illustrating a photo for his mother. he paints the sky blue, and the ocean too. he draws a boat - no - a ship. the sun shines brilliantly on the deck, and it seems not yellow, but white with light. it is noon in his photo, and he draws a little girl. she has black hair and olive skin. her eyes are the most genuine shade of dark gray, and the light, the white light, reflects off of them like saucers spinning in the sun. she runs across the deck and the laughter penetrates the atmosphere and echoes from every side of the pacific, the ocean this ship sails on. she will not remember the details of this day, the little girl. only snippets later on when she becomes empty. and that is what happens to people who become empty in the heart - their memories become evanescent. she remembers the vividness of the sun, the brightness of that light that made the sea seem like the pure River of the water of life [ref. revelation 22:1] and she was in heaven, the sun was a crystal, and there was no air, because the air was laughter. if you breathed it in, you would become this moment. infinite and evanescent all at once. laughter, gaiety, sunlight, black leather shoes with heels clicking on that brilliant deck, and the sea. and the sky was a profound assortment of azure, cobalt, indigo, and sapphire all at once. and you saw it once and you knew that God smiled when he had shaped it, and you know that there was a God. the boy finishes his painting and hands it to his mother, who smiles and says the sky is a nice shade of blue. and the blue expo marker sits on the edge of the white board. they are peculiar things, aren't they? blue expo markers.
ariuslemon