What is blue? Little Vivid asked her father, blinking.
“Blue is the color of the Earth.”, said the father, smiling.
A glowworm was flying leisurely, passing the window while the little house was immersed in the starlight. A few fragments of ditty were echoing around now and then. Little Vivid was sleeping in her father’s arms, maybe still imagining what blue looked like in her dream.
What is blue? Daniel asked his father, gazing at the sky.
“I don’t know, probably It depends.”, said the father, confused.
At that moment, a contrail streaked across the blue sky. The father and son were lying on the grass, rambling on a couple of tiny questions. The breeze was filled with their laughter.
What is blue? Luther asked his professor, rubbing his hands.
”Blue is a symbol of sadness.“, said the professor, working.
The smell of coffee was wafting in the office. Luther took a deep breath as if the air had solidified. The footsteps of pedestrians outside the door were echoing. Luther saw the sky through the window.
What is blue? Old Jack asked his wife, sitting on a rocking chair.
“Oh, dear.”, said the wife, “Blue is the color of a kaleidoscope.”
“How so?”
“Because blue is sadness when you are sad, meanwhile, it is the color of firmament when you are relaxed.”, said the wife, looking at the sky.
