Blue mind, the opposite of screen mind, though screens shed the blue light that breaks up your sleep, shatters the pupil’s track, leaves us raw and rusty and red; blue mind in the sky, blue mind in the water, a puddle or a stream or Lake Michigan calling to me as it does nearly every day from a few blocks away, sitting at home feeling myself and everything tip and slide in the direction of infinite water. Today I’ve slipped up to a secret sliver of beach and dunes that Wilmette keeps to itself—dogs, kids, no masks. Dizzyingly normal, blue.