There was a book that I read called “Bluets” by Maggie Nelson, which I was considered poetry, but read like prose, but impacted me like I felt poetry always should have. I enjoyed it highly, and even tried copying its style for a book that I was writing. Of the many things that “Bluets” is about, the color blue plays a role of popping up in the authors life.
I feel that I’m having the color “navy” show up in my life. I am the one bringing it into my life, as I feel that I want more “navy” colored things in my life. I have even got my wife to add some navy colored clothes to her wardrobe, and we are not contemplating painting our bedroom a shade of navy. I have a watched whose band is red and navy, I have a navy checkered shirt, and navy blazer, and navy argyle socks. I do associate the color with New England, and I have a desire to relocate there when the NYC adventure, and maybe I see the color as a sign that it is time to leave the City.
I do feel like the color blue is the default refuge color of boring white men, or at least that is what I used to think. I remember someone making the joke that the Republican National Convention was also the national convention of khaki pants and button-down blue shirts.
I own several pairs of khaki pants and button-down blue shirts…