In the mountains, he pulled over for fuel
Stood dumbstruck by the soul-aching view
And with one final glance
At the wide open expanse
He picked up his pen and wrote “blue.”

*author’s note: I had to drive to Charlotte on Monday for a callback, and so I got to see the sun rise over the eastern Tennessee mountains.
Watching the total blackness dissolve into a haunting blue hour gave me chills. I wanted it to just stay that color of blue forever. I wanted nothing more than the roar of the wind through my windows and that endless expanse of cool, open sky in front of me.
It was the kind of sunrise that makes something ache way down inside of you—the kind that leaves you looking at your keyboard wondering how you can explain it and knowing you never will.


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