The palm tree is tall, my first thought. I look up, and get lost in the turquoise sky. Where is this green coming from? It's easy to get lost, I think.
The blue is forever long, and timelessly deep. I focus back on the palm tree. I can understand it, and I can touch it. That eases the seeping anxiety, that erupted out of the blue, from the smallest moment, from a break from the coffee cup, from a break from the cellphone, from a break from the computer screen. Nightmare breaks.
