He

He was blue and kind. The moment you looked... You saw him.

His army green jacket and Sperry shoes.

His obsession with words and sounds.

Not too much, just enough... Not too little either.

He had this way... 

This way of connecting...

 Connecting to the mountain air and crisp mornings in the trees.

He loved his right hand...

And was indifferent about his left.

I can't decide if he is short or tall.

He had this air about him.

Calm and conquering at the same time...

He had the same love for wool and socks as I do...

And the same taste in music... Almost.

And he was clear, even if his eyes weren't.

And that's not even scratching the surface...