What is it that Mary Oliver says in her poem One? "How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.” Do you believe it? Can you feel it? The salt air wafts in, over the slightly stiff clothes of yesterday. Dried into their wearable condition again by forgiving wind. You still and smile, the sea air forever consecrated in this moment and you find yourself repeating deep down, “How blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even me, even my eyes, even my imagination.”