The color closest to me now is blue. Not bright azure and not cold, but deep, like the evening sky, slightly blurred and soft. This color reminds me of calm, of spaces where you can breathe freely and think about strange but important things.

I wear a blue scarf that I accidentally bought on sale. It is soft, enveloping, like a small protection from the noise and chaos around. When I put it on, the world seems a little slower, a little clearer, and this is a feeling of closeness to something big and at the same time personal.

Sometimes I think that color is the language of the soul. It does not require words, does not set boundaries. Blue now speaks to me about the need to let go of the unnecessary, look at things calmly, seek harmony. This color has both cold and warmth at the same time. It is like a reflection of the mood, when you feel whole, but a little thoughtful.

Today I decided to walk down the street in my blue scarf and noticed how color affects perception: passers-by do not notice details, but I see shades that I used to miss. Color seems to open my eyes to the familiar, gives a new perspective.

Blue sometimes reminds me of the ponds where I was in the summer. It was quiet there, the water reflected the sky, and it seemed that you could sit for hours, without rushing anywhere. Now that blue has become closer, I understand that these memories come alive inside, giving the moment richness and softness.

Color is more than a visual category. It is an emotion, a feeling and a mood at the same time. I notice that when I see this shade around me - in clothes, objects, on the street - it becomes easier for me to breathe, to look at the world more calmly. Sometimes I even choose books and notebooks in this color, because it sets the tone for my thoughts.

I think that every color speaks to us in its own way. Right now my language is blue. It is quiet but confident. It reminds that sometimes it is enough to just be, observe, breathe and allow yourself to feel space and time.