Almost unreal sock-in-the-eye slab of ultramarine -- one could lose oneself, become the blue one looks at, pass into floods of royal color, the joy of Angelica blue exalting dark hearts. Such a blue is for travel. Go anywhere. Rise from improbable depths. Even the least affected fly in the face of failure. By itself it is all discovery, has nothing to do with despair or unending facets of stark and imperious waiting. It is now, it is here, a lifting inside, a focus -- above all, a vision of blue to drown blues. Small vessels splutter, thrust between heaves. Wakes ripple, white snakes slither to shore. A thousand waves routed blue plunge, peak, roar -- all day the ocean pounds, lazuline, limitless, open.