Mature Flâneur
Falling into Blue
I lose myself in the presence of this hue
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5 min readAug 19, 2024
There are certain shades of blue that cause me to lose myself. It is as if I am falling, diving into a deep pool that engulfs me, dissolves me, frees me.
When I encounter that special blue, my world stands still and all I want to do is stare into it. I breathe deep and easy, and yet at the same time, I ache, ache like I ache for home — if I had a home at all. I’ve been a nomad for about three years now, travelling together with my intrepid and beloved wife Teresa. We have covered a lot of territory, and seen a lot of blue that entrances me:
The frothing seas off the cliffs of Madeira:
An old door in Provence:
An unexpected “azulejos” tiled mosaic in northern Portugal:
