Not Blue! Peach!
My campus is peach, always. The buildings are adobe peach, the lights at night cluster around a sodium vapor peach that’s seedy and depressing without being dehumanizing or sexy. Even the sky is filthy smog peach if it hasn’t rained in a while. So when they install a bright blue emergency beacon at the beginning of my walks, I can’t help but stare at it, peripheral vision slowly fading, squinty blue lines springing outward bringing the dust on my glasses to the dust in the air, the treetops, the frisbee players, campus security.
It’s a cosmic connection that can only be destroyed by gummi worms.