There’s the blues and then there are July’s Blues. I don’t understand why the blues has come to mean sadness and woe. To me, they mean fresh air, calm, and the scintillating vibrations of cerulean, an aqua blue, next to ultramarine, a colder, more violet tending blue. Like a beautiful chord played on a guitar, these two blues seem to resonate and hum. July’s Blues – give me more!