The blues here are colours not feelings, mostly.
Here’s what you might call a really big blue, the thunderheads skipped courteously one side and another of us all day.
Smaller, subtler, more variation; contrast the late blue hydrangea below with its pink cousin from June. I know which I like better.
Blue note? Well, I’m mostly OK with getting older, but I was raking leaves today and the air was clear, sharp and bright. I thought how much I’d like to be playing football, say a down-and-in pattern, lagging a bit then fast fast fast, opening up three steps on whoever’s covering me and making it an easy catch with running room. But my knees might not follow orders.