Hue of Blue

You want to know what's really pretty?

When you're driving on the autopista heading north towards Bello just before dawn. The air is crisp, and the road is clear so you can go just a little bit faster; and there is morning dew sprinkled on the windshield, but not enough to use your wipers; and the sky is a rich shade of blue, heavy clouds in curls, completely hued throughout the sky; and it almost makes you thirsty, but the only thing you desire is a steaming cup of coffee with a pinch of sugar; and you can almost smell it in the truck in front of you as the driver sips it slowly and sings along to his Spanish tunes to keep himself awake; and the clouds look like mountains, and the actual mountains and the sky are all the same color; somewhere in that hue of blue; and you feel like one of those hues of blue, but you're not quite sure which one - maybe all of them - and it's calming and alluring, and you feel like you want to cry, but you smile instead.

That is what’s really pretty.