Saturday

Carolina Blue



How can the sky be a special shade of blue only found in Carolina?  The infamous Carolina Blue is a deep  periwinkle usually seen in mid-morning or late afternoon. The blue is struck with lavender which I think is why it reads as a pure blue.  The lavender doesn't show itself but helps carry the blue away from any tinge of yellow.

The day must be mostly cloud clear, one or two here have little effect.  And the color is deeper to the horizon line although I  have seen it dead center.  This blue is regular to our skies but doesn't come every day. But when it does it is distinct. Unmistakable. For some inexplicable reason I laugh when I see it.  I consider getting in my car and chasing off to Tennessee or Virginia just to see if the color shifts as soon as the state line is crossed.

Why should the sky know anything about borders? Squirrels don't, birds don't.  Although from time to time when a certain group of bears forage through one of our local barbecue joints dumpsters they are generally referred to as 'Tennessee bears".  Bears from the volunteer state come to wreak a bit of havoc and then scoot back across the line?

There is huge consolation, a prize you might say, in the indifference of natural forces to human made barriers and decrees.  A doe slipping across the Canadian border won't be showing anyone a passport. A blue fish is swimming with the same ease in 'international waters' as not.

Maybe the small orange-with-spots salamander breathing through a mix of deciduous and pine at the edge of the sky creates this color.  I'm thinking periwinkle magic has more to do with certain combinations of the land and sky than any input from our bureaucracies.  They have their hands full, serving bankers mostly, so I do not think they have yet turned their attention to the color of the sky.  A consolation to be sure.  Carolina Blue.