I am surrounded. It’s everywhere.
It’s on my walls, it’s in my veins, it’s in the sky and the lake. It adorns my wardrobe: the furniture and the clothes. It’s in my eyes.
Sky blue is everywhere.
My first bedroom was coral. The guest room was known as “the blue room.” The blue room became mine as I got older and needed more space. I dreamed of painting the walls in pinks, purples, and greens as time went on. I never did. And for that, I am glad.
The blue room has seen me grow up, save for my first few years and a couple more years later. The blue room watched me sleep through my IKEA bed canopy. It observed the trundle bed pulled out enough to make a couch for my dog, Bailey. It watched as I woke him from his howling dreams night after night. Eventually, it watched as I learned he was gone.
The blue walls saw a floor cluttered with American Girl dolls. They saw me never want to clean and shove everything under my bed. They saw Barbies and Legos, books and TVs. They saw my furniture shift from white, wooden, and not at all matching, to teal, blue, wooden, and barely matching.
My blue walls smile on my JV and Varsity Letter awards. They serve as a backdrop to a broken ski gate and mock awards. They hold my bulletin board and photographs. They complement my world.
Outside of my room, sky blue still looks on. It watches me from a bird’s eye view. It watches me ski, hike, and walk. It sees my neon green helmet and swimsuit. It listens as I laugh and talk. And when it gets covered by the clouds, it watches me from the water.
Sky blue watches my swimming and surfing. It sees me ice-skating and diving.
Sky blue watches me from the inside out. My veins appear in hues of blue and purple, specifically in sky blue. It flows through me, following where I go, reminding me who I am. It keeps my body moving. It keeps me alive.
Sky blue watches me as I open my wardrobe to look for jeans and sweatshirts. It listens through my early-morning outfit debates. It watches as I settle on a pair of sky-blue jeans. It sees me as I walk to my closet, hands passing over the sky-blue shirts.
I see the world through sky-blue eyes.
