Blurry line

I have been looking at the edge where the sky meets the ocean but it doesn’t really seem a line, but more like a change in the color of the blue. A very faint way to mark the end and the beginning. A blurry line of two different forms of oxygen comes to my mind.

Like most times in my life, I cannot help to think of how we meet, how our life’s have entangled and how is that you end where I begin and viceversa. We both are blue, and yet we both are so different. I find confort in the places where we overlap, and strength where we both differ, because we make each other stronger, and we catch each other when we fall. That is our landscape, a blurry line that dissipates between us, where my blue and your blue get mixed in.

That is what I see in the horizon, and I love our window view.