Blue

Can you smell the blue? Crisp, an overbearing scent of salt, almost burning my nostrils. Fresh, mixed with the wind, blown in my face. Seaweed, a crucial element, prominent. Oh yes, it smells like blue. Can you hear the blue? Crashing, dabbling you with itself, Only to retreat seconds later. Splashes, smacking sounds made with the padding of feet. A resonating whisper it pronounces as it rocks back and forth. Do you watch the blue? The course of a question mark. Waves dance upon one another, Synchronizing a barrel routine. They throw a party, For their fallen brethren, crashed into shore. Are you the blue? Free, held back only by the will of mother nature, Strong, carrying the weight of the world, Mortal, built up and torn down throughout a lifetime. We are the blue.