blue

I’ve been dreaming about blue. Not straight up blue, but the kind of blue that has depths of turquoise and purple with hints of green. The kind of blue that you can immerse yourself in. The kind of blue that is clear. That sparkles. That surrounds. That allows you to see almost forever. The kind of blue that arrests you ever single time you see it.

Aegean Sea blue.

looking out from the island of Spinalonga, Crete. Spring 2025. photo: Sonja Boon.

 I’d read the tourist guide. I’d seen photos. But nothing could have prepared me for a colour that I can’t even begin to fathom (fathom, n. the distance between two outstretched arms; fathom, v. to understand, to comprehend).

Now that I’ve experienced it, it’s the only colour I can think of. I keep looking at the photos I took. And every time, I’m overwhelmed.

the view from Ancient Aptera, Crete. Spring 2025. photo: Sonja Boon.

 How can I even begin to comprehend this blue?

And more than this, how can I write this blue? How can I find language for a colour that’s impossible to name because it’s everything all at once?

the Venetian harbour at Chania, Crete. Spring 2025. photo: Sonja Boon

 I want to think about what it might mean to write inside the Aegean Sea. To write with that depth and complexity of colour. To bathe my words and ideas and stories in a water so clear you can fathom it straight through….

What colours overwhelm and entrance you?