Blue looks like the beach with the waves crashing against my feet.
Blue smells like my dogs slobbery mouths, the ones they kiss me with.
Blue tastes like water, the one I drink at night and makes me have to go to the bathroom.
Blue sounds like my brother crying when he gets hurt and I’m here for him.
Blue is the sweater that I wear when it is cold.
Blue feels like feeling my hot coco to see if it’s to hot. The one my mom makes.