Beautiful Blue

I did not realize, somehow, the way the pool water would glitter blue over the blinding white paint. Water in its natural state, I figured, would be clear and common and unmemorable. I did not think that particular shade of blue, even chemical free, was just a bedrock part of summer.

You don’t even need to add anything to it to get that shade that I remember even on blinding Saturday mornings waiting for the swim team to dive in, the only time the surface was perfectly calm and promising.

It is promise and anticipation and fulfillment all at once. It is a blue so much more beautiful than I ever expected.