White sky. The sky was so white. Sky-white. Sky-writing white smoke in the white sky.

But the bayou was blue. I'm humming it now. Bayou-blue. The snapped crayon read "you-blue."

I wanted to say something. What do I want to say. I raced through my mind looking for a word. Where is it?

What is it?

Sky-white? Bayou-blue. Nah, neither of them. I want to say "succumb" or "parse". Maybe "grenadine"?

I peeled the surface of the bayou up like a t-shirt transfer. But too soon. The corner wrinkled.

The sky went blue