I'm dripping with blue and can't free it from my mind, I rub my eyes and the paint covers them, shimmering everything with a deeper blue then ever before. I can see through trees. The drums wouldn't give it up for morning so I canoed out on the lake, past the black snake, calm water, ducks waking to sunlight while ancient bull frogs established their world and sense of place. Smooth slice of oar into the surface of water.