how peculiar

once in a blue moon
and then, there was once a blue blue sky.
today when i stepped out of the house, i saw..
a blue sky.
not green like seafoam, not grey like rain, not orange with heat.
just blue. light blue, but not too light to see that it was definitely blue and not pink or whatevs blue and white hybrid.

i'd almost forgotten how blue the sky is.
most of the time when the sun shines, i'll be couped up inside a building somewhere doing God knows what and it's all white lights in there.
and i always not look at the sky when i'm out, i fix my head downwards onto people and places.
i was glad to see the clear blue sky today.
so blue and bright that everything looked sparkly.

how strange, that when God created the heavens. He chose blue. imagine if it was a red sky. or yellow. or brown.
but somehow blue seems so right that i cannot imagine other colors when i look up to the bright sky in the day.
how strange, that when we make blue food, the product looks yucky and unappetizing.
but in the sky, blue looks perfect.

i look up into the sky and see blue.
i look down onto my sneakers and i see blue, too.

how strange, am i walking on air then, riding the skies in my blue sneaker that is synonymous to the blue sky?

but then i glance around me and see that i'm still in an mrt and my feet are on the ground.
maybe we should paint the trains blue.

and pretend we're part of the sky. 

the blue sky. 

flying way up high.