Blue My Mind

For a moment, euphoria flooded her veins. She flicked her new fin and shot through the water like a bullet, laughing bubbles that tasted of stars. Fish scattered. Jellyfish pulsed like beating hearts. Down she went, past the sunlit shallows, into the twilight zone where pressure should have crushed her but instead cradled her like a mother’s hand.

Theo gasped, his lungs burning. He was sitting on the floor of the living room. He was soaking wet. Blue My Mind

To blue your mind is to practice (a term coined by poet John Keats)—the ability to remain in uncertainties, mysteries, and doubts without the irritable reaching after fact or reason. For a moment, euphoria flooded her veins