26th
A streak of blue in a sea of mousy brown, weaving and ducking, dipping in to the sea for a moment, then surfacing valiantly and plunging on in a new direction. I chase after her, my only hope of discovering her lying in my keen eye and the dazzling blue of her hair as it swirls and sways off down the road ahead of me. This way and that it darts such that keeping up with seems nearly impossible. I forge a straight line through mundane faces, a blue spark in my eye, trying to catch up with the azure dance before me. My foot fails to find the ground. I trip and tumble, trampled by the pressing crowd until I can fight way to my feet. I look round and seen nothing but drab grey and mousy brown. My spark has left and wandered off where my gaze cannot fall. Tired, beaten, I surrender to the crowd and am carried, eyes downcast, away from my fall. For a moment, as I am carried off, I think I hear a beautiful bluebird singing just to me, and as my eyes alight on the horizon, I catch a glimpse of something beautiful. Something pure. Something blue.
