Photograph of sky (top) by Mario Mint
Living Blue, Indigo dyed Shibori stole from Bangladesh.
Water from Megan Drop Peritore
What was taking the sun so long? Scheherazade’s eyes grew dim. A wave of longing swept through her body, longing for a mystical dawn, a crystal blue sky. She yearned for its distance, its freedom. Freedom, she thought, a half-remembered dream wrapped in blue silk. That was the moment that Scheherazade fell in love with the color blue.She had placed Sinbad in the midst of blue, an ocean of turquoise and ultramarine, dazzling, endless. In her mind she became a pebble sunk in shallow water, falling under its spell, watching the sunlight spangle Sinbad’s skiff as he escaped this mundane world once more. To her mind came the hint of a story. Like Sinbad, she would follow the ebb and flow of that story.
The City of Brass
~ via Parabola Magazine
Water from Megan Drop Peritore
What was taking the sun so long? Scheherazade’s eyes grew dim. A wave of longing swept through her body, longing for a mystical dawn, a crystal blue sky. She yearned for its distance, its freedom. Freedom, she thought, a half-remembered dream wrapped in blue silk. That was the moment that Scheherazade fell in love with the color blue.She had placed Sinbad in the midst of blue, an ocean of turquoise and ultramarine, dazzling, endless. In her mind she became a pebble sunk in shallow water, falling under its spell, watching the sunlight spangle Sinbad’s skiff as he escaped this mundane world once more. To her mind came the hint of a story. Like Sinbad, she would follow the ebb and flow of that story.
The City of Brass
~ via Parabola Magazine
Living Blue
