The Indigo Blue is like the sky right before it readies for sunrise. It is the color of the deep place inside lit moonlight and feelings. I go there to reflect when I write, to hear my ideas, to understand what I’m thinking. No chaos is there. No intrusions reside. It’s peace, contentment, and silence. It’s the sweet stillness of the new fallen snow. It’s the cool breeze of a soft summer evening. It’s the formlessness of liquid light in the most secure warm blanket night.
Yet it’s never dark in the indigo blue. A sunflower fills it with light when I think on the ones I love.