Turquoise

Greyness, ambivilance, dreams, fog, the mist.
Where edges bleed together, transition, change, merging.
The horizon between sea and sky; the edge of sky and space.
Dawn, nightfall, doubt, insecurity; the place where tides stop and turn, or breathing pauses between in and out.

Turquoise, the moment of peace just before you wake.
The edges of the seasons, branch; twig, leaf.
The burning border between flames and smoke, the degree that spins fresh into cold.
The beginning and end of a circle, the moment life begins to exist, the point where you end and the rest of the world begins.

The turn of a child into an adult, the pleasure of pain.
Maybe, perhaps, might, meditation, the place where pain ceases and the future begins.
A door, the elastic space between one second and the next; between eras and epochs.

All is change, evolution; even the mountains flow like rivers across the the endless face of time.