I steal the color from the sky sometimes.
Though technically it’s not the sky’s own color anyway, it’s a reflection of the ocean. Also technically it is borrowing and not stealing because I always give it back.
I keep it in a specially made glass ball that I hang from a tree in my backyard for safekeeping until I decide to give it back. The glass is clear when it’s empty but when the sky is inside it turns blue blue and gets slightly heavier.
I should probably feel bad about it but I don’t.
I think people appreciate the blue blue sky more when they don’t see it all the time.
They miss it on the empty color sky days and the missing makes the returning happier.
And it makes the blue blue look even bluer.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.