The night was cold and the ocean was silent, everyone inside, warm and happy, singing and whistling, this is the closest I have seen my family in a long time. I’m looking out the window, looking at the specks falling from the sky, all those little flakes seemed so majestic in their own little worlds, dancing on without a care. I dreamt like this once, in colors. But water has no color, snow barely has none. Yet they are drawn with various shades of blue. Some beautiful, like the snow, others dangerous like the ocean. That’s why I pick blue.