Outside The Aldrich, 2005
Just as the grey sky turned dark, I looked up and saw it. Midnight Blue. I was always partial to the blues, Sky Blue, Cornflower, Periwinkle, but Midnight Blue overshadowed them all, and there it was, in the sky, the same sky that was there every night. Why hadn't I seen it before? And why did it take me back to running through the snow in the silence of night. I don't think I even looked up at the sky, and I know it was well past midnight. I only remember my footprints in the fresh snow. He'd called to tell me he was in town. My younger more naive self found venturing out into the snow cold night a reasonable request. He missed me and something about him made me weak. Time with him was both thrilling and depleting. A place I could not stay. Part of me wonders what was I thinking and another part misses the innocence.
Midnight Blue (1987) by Lou Gramm
Midnight Blue (1958) by Crayola
Shiveringly beautiful. And it takes me back to my own snowy night. But the soundtrack is Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits ;)
ReplyDeleteNicely written, Denise; it's good to be reminded of heightened moments when requests seem reasonable.
ReplyDeleteThose come hither, come closer midnight blues are hard to resist. Such inky splendor.
ReplyDeleteI like imagining your romantic young self venturing out into the cold night... a beautiful thought and memory. I like how your older self notices the deepest color blue in winter.
ReplyDeletebeautiful (and the Foreigner video is just wonderful - nothing like 80s hair and clothing :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes I miss my younger more naive self. The one who got to see the sky at night and run around with handsome virtual strangers. My twenties were a place I could not stay!
ReplyDeleteMidnight Blue evokes many beautiful imagery. Skies at dusk, thick oil paints, Franz Kline, satin dresses...thank you.
ReplyDeleteIvan and I made valentines today. His were midnight blue. http://www.flickr.com/photos/34627513@N07/6844770391/
ReplyDeleteI can feel the burning in my chest from breathing in the cold night air.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I love just saying 'midnight blue', it evokes so much romance.
ReplyDeleteI too miss the innocence of younger days when going out into the fresh snow late at night seemed like a good idea. I should look up at the sky more often.
ReplyDeleteThose small risks that we do and reflect later are always apart of a good story. Your's definitely was.
ReplyDeleteI'm smiling now...and thinking of my own young, naive self and the things I did for those that made me weak.
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