Breathing Blue

These are blue hours -- holding variable minutes, elastic seconds. Moments that float and dissolve like misted breath. Breathing blue: living between the shades. Indigo-to-obsidian. Thirty minutes...or a decade of slow recollection. It feels the same.

Morning, when it is still night. Feeling like yesterday but already into tomorrow, unfixed.

The music is a towering roar -- but heard only by me.

The light is minimal.

I am here. Mostly.

Receive and transmit.