[ CW ] Describe a color without using the word `` color '' and the color itself .

Bright day on brilliant sands, perhaps the Caribbean. `` Let's go'' she says taking me by the hand. She wants to find sea turtles, or maybe dolphins. It is so vivid and so blank, a dream in retrospect and memory in face. We swim into the water, and I hear her joyous scream of laughter for a brief moment before we both go under and I look through the tint of my goggles deep out to sea. she smiles. 
 
 The sky above me. `` It is a cloudless day'' I think to myself, I am no longer underwater, but now lying in a park, alone. There is a gentle breeze, not a force in itself but more like a compliment to the world around it, its sliver of cold and edge of warmth that puts one's mind at rest. I try to look around me but I ca n't, I only feel the breeze, the grass beneath me and the sky above. It is captivating, a uniform field of simplicity. Stunning in appearance yet simple in design. 
 
 I am far north. The world is frigid and my face is frozen in ice, but the rest of my body is warm from the layers upon layers of wool. Through the hood of my jacket, I look ahead. I hide myself behind my layers and look about to find myself stranded. Nothing in sight. I simply sit back, too tired to continue. I look out across the frozen ice sheets, the glacial landscape stunning and inviting, yet terrifying in its lack of... anything. It is so simple, the edges crisp and land uniform. I notice the bright shades of the ice sheet, but there is something else beneath it, something cool and wistful. Something that remind me of old summer days at the beach, long lost loves, something that reminds me of a cloudless sky and a cool northern breeze. Something that reminds me of perfection, of ecstatic awe in a thing so common and mundane it is comparable to just one of senses, but dominates our lives in so many ways. 
 
 I look out and I see a young face underwater under a veil of bubbles and the physical aroma of the sea, I blink and see a cool, cloudless sky, empty of anything but full of life and wonder. I close my eyes again, and when they open I see ice and snow for miles, and feel the gentle pull of sleep, perhaps death. I look out once more and I see blue.
