So many times I’ve looked at the blue of these skies and been reminded of the blue of the ocean. But of course one owes itself to the other. Perhaps it is the perfect harmony that one expanse sits with us and sustains us on land, while the other remains watchful above.
My Ma boli taught me that if you spit at the sky it will fall back on you. Perhaps this is because the sky rejects the hate we give it, and leaves it to the water to carry it away.