A member of our family has impossible blue eyes. They are not blue/black or blue/grey, they are a blue that is hard to describe. Yes, an impossible blue when I think about it. I have always called them ice blue. Yet, ice reminds me of cold and his eyes are warm but the colour of clear, unimpeded ice, I guess would be the best way to describe them fully.
Other impossible blue colours come to me from nature. How is it that the sky takes on an impossible blue as it seems to shimmer as a backdrop to the trees covered in hoar frost? What about the impossible blue that a frozen waterfall or lake makes? Then there is the array of impossible blue, wild flowers, glorious in bloom. How is it that birds fall into an impossible blue category because their feathers take on an iridescent blue in the sunlight or are a blue that changes to indescribable hues as it takes flight?
When I am out wandering the trails or taking a gravel travel outing, I am in awe of what nature gifts us. Her palette dazzles us with an amazing selection of every colour of blue imaginable. If it’s a cloudy day, the colours that I thought were bright and vibrant under a sunny blue sky have now become pale, dull, or even drab. That impossible blue in the shade of a tree takes on a new life in the sun. It doesn’t make them less gorgeous, it makes them like us, or perhaps it would be better said that we are like them, ever changing with the elements, the lighting, and our environment.
It has long been said that how we see and envision things in our life is up to us, the eye of the beholder.