Easy enough to notice, but remarkable when you choose to really see. Not just let your eyes swipe the parameter, like the men, out on the oceans. Whale watchers they call them. I believe it a wonderous world, the world of men, watching whales.
Not so much the ocean I saw today, but he was blue, like a whale. Taken into account the supposition that this occurs while the rays of the sun grace the water at the right angle. Pure blue. Just like a whale. When the rays touch upon the ocean and create perfection in a flawed world. Today he was a drop of perfection in my flawed world. The blue man and his door.
