The static movement of the blue sky as it lay in the background, in colourful brilliance; it woke me from my reverie of daydreaming. I looked out across the depth like a boy at sea, the ocean in the sky above. The tree ahead of me lay bare, its dead leaves animated by the breeze which momentarily teased them back to life, a whisper of what they had lived, what they had been. The depth of the blue sky behind the naked tree seemed a stark contrast, treading the borders between life and death. I looked ahead, back to the mundane setting of a lecture in my final year of university, the students in a stupor, the lecturer animated with excitement as he lay in the background, talking of initial conditions and eigenvalues. With a deep breathe I took in the essence of the blue sea out ahead of me and dove head first into the abyss of eternity. And for a couple more minutes I was no longer a boy in a lecture, I was a captain, exploring unchartered territories. I am blue, and this is my story.