Counting Your Breaths

"It was always green, as green as the color of the grass you layed upon as you swallowed hard on the aching words of grief that consumed your very heart and soul, yes it was always green, but it was never blue."

-Counting Your Breaths

Blue was one of the few colors that dominated your every day life. As the shades stretched vivaciously across the morning sky, to the setting sun. Blue was always the colors that you would rise and set with. But in this case, it was not blue. No, it was never blue to Winter Evans, actually it was green. The very green of harmony, tranquility, fertility. Yes, green was quite the ironic color for Winter though. Winter had never experienced any green, because although her eyes saw green, she felt blue. Pain, anguish, sadness, melancholy. It was always blue. So when a misfortunate encounter with a man in a blue approaches Winter, she finds out that her shades are very important. As the scars that she thought only she could see were slowly revealed to the man, she finds out every breath is worth counting. Because any second now, it could be their moment of blue.