Sea in the Key of Cerulean

I would begin by revealing the deep dark secret that blue is my favorite color. Okay, it’s not exactly a deep dark secret now is it? I just enjoy adding that sense of mystery. Somewhere someone scratched their head either literally or figuratively wondering why is this a deep dark secret? I distinctly recall as a young child that I simply loved the color blue. I don’t know why. In childlike fashion, I can tell you that it’s the color of the sky, or the ocean, though sometimes here in Queens it borders on green.

The ocean.

I’ve always been drawn to the sea. In a perfect world, I would live on a houseboat in Key West, channel my inner-Hemingway, while watching the sunrise from the fore deck and the sunset from the aft deck. Of course, as a non-boat person, I don’t know my fore from my aft. When you think about it, however, it really wouldn’t matter in this scenario. Houseboats are maneuverable. If one prefers the sunrise from the fore position and sunset from aft, great. If it’s the other way around, turn the boat around.

There’s a Buffett tune in here somewhere, I can feel it.

            It all comes back to blue. Cerulean is my favorite shade. In my mind, I always see the sea in the key of Cerulean. I’m deep into Assonance and alliteration by the way, so sue me – for lack of a better cliché.

I am not a fan of the cliché. Cliché’s make me

(wait for it, wait for it)

Blue!

All shades of blue.

I had taken a fiction writing course here in NYC several years ago and the instructor was determined to break me of this affinity I never knew I had for clichés. How could I not have noticed that? Now I consider myself the cliché constable in these parts, often correcting others who fall into the cliché coal mine of depravity. I’ve become pretty adept at spotting clichés from a mile…make that a kilometer away. Now I avoid them like the pl…

Coronavirus.

Which also makes me blue.

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Tom M

April 2020