my own picture, edited

Hello.

My name is Emily. I am the blogger who writes here whenever I have a minute in my life. My favorite color would definitely be blue.

Most people associate blue with being sad. Thank you, world, for that negative view. To me, blue is freedom, possibility, expanse. Many beautiful things are blue, such as the sky and the sea. My entire life I’ve dreamed of flying. Not in an airplane, but on my own, with my own wings. I can get lost in that sky. Even if there isn’t a single cloud in it, I can stare at the open blue and think. Sometimes I think that if I had my own wings I could be stronger or fearless or carefree. I would stretch my wings out and it’d feel better than stretching limbs in sunlight. The feathers would soak up sun and lift my body into the air as I take off. I would fly straight up into the sky and escape my life and all of my problems. High in the atmosphere, I’d pause and turn into the sun. Below me, streets and buildings would shrink away into mountains and valleys as I’d fly into the sun. Swooping up above clouds, the sun would seem to set on the soft white shapes and the dampness would cool my face and wings, adding a slight weight. I’d fly over my other favorite blue, the ocean. I’d sprint as fast as I could right above the waves and drag my fingers in the cold water. When I’d start to grow tired, I’d fly straight up into the sky and stop.

As I’d begin to fall, wind pulling my hair into my face and mouth, I’d twist to watch the waves coming up to meet me. If I had guts, I’d belly-flop, but it’s too painful. Slowly I’d wrap my wings around my body until I smack into the cool waves. Thirteen feet under water, I’d spread my wings and stop my sinking. I’d open my eyes, let the brief sting of the salt wear off, and then look to my left. A school of fish would swim away from my wings and up over me towards the wavering surface. I’d look up at the sun through the water and watch the waves distort and wrinkle the steady light. The air in my lungs would pull my body to the surface, where I’d float on my back while using my wings and arms to keep me steady in the rolls. Maybe I’d even take a nap. I would stay as long as I wanted just admiring the two blues of the sky and sea. Blue everywhere I could see. I’d eventually shake my wings out in the always present ocean wind and soar back up into the sky to return home. Or to explore even further.

xx