The colour of the day

Blue

My Tuesday newsletters are the ones most likely to be concise as Tuesday is my weekly date with my new hubby. Not a new relationship, nor a new routine, but a new hubby due to the freshness of the actual marriage bit.

Today we walked - spring is coming to the mountains and on a day like today there is a certain clarity and brilliance to a late winter/early spring sky. I’m not sure what causes this - the sun being higher in the sky? The reflection from the snow and ice still everywhere?

We didn’t snap any selfies (or, for that matter, take a single photo between us). We strolled, talked, and visited with friends along the way (life in a small town comes with this delightful bonus - every block is a chance to reconnect with someone, especially on a day like today when everyone was outside, basking in the sunshine, warm jackets unzipped, toques left on hooks at home, gloves buried in pockets).

With a few minutes at my desk this evening, I considered how best to capture the essence of the day. What came to mind was blue. The astonishing, intense, other-worldly, heart-healing, smile-inducing BLUE above.

I pulled out a variety of blue mark-making implements and tried to find the one that most closely emulated the blue that served as the backdrop to the day. None quite do the trick. Which was, in itself, a lesson in the importance of drinking in the goodness of the moment and accepting it isn’t really possible to capture the experience on the page. In pixels. On film. In words. Not quite. Never perfectly.

Art, I think, is the delusion that one can. And an artist is that person who keeps trying to capture the essence of a moment until they can no longer lift a pen or hold a paintbrush.