“Blue is no longer blue; it is the blue of the summer sky when it’s is hot enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk or the blue of robin’s egg just before a chick hatches. Or it’s the blue that comes from the feeling of calm when they are holding each other close but aren’t saying anything.”

“Blue is no longer blue; it is the blue of the summer sky when it’s is hot enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk or the blue of robin’s egg just before a chick hatches. Or it’s the blue that comes from the feeling of calm when they are holding each other close but aren’t saying anything.”

— Christina Escamilla