You sit and wonder as a hue of blue focuses on the soul of mankind. They serve as a model resting on the window sill of life.
At this instant of time they match the clear sky outside. With that blend of nature you wonder how this part of nature was kept such big secret. As the seasons pass and you grow old but these four blue bottles never change. Even in cloudy days they shine and glitter.
Dust and the human environment add to its surface but everyone knows the color has not changed. Each shape reflects what it represents; all have designs of their own merit. Each are different but with the one common focus, called life. It is not what they represent; only what value these four bottles have on you.
Days come days go, you can be happy, you can be sad but what you can not do is change the color blue.
When night comes and the moon is full with its glow, each bottle holds its own power of what can not be seen. While the birds sing the stars glitter and all there ever was will be.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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