Some days the blues sneak right up on me. They edge in to spaces and then seep over into what is already there. I’m not really sure what “blues” are. Or where they come from. Or why they dissipate. They feel like kinda needing to cry but not enough to spill from my eyes. They hang around my heart and the bottom of my throat. They are semi-restless but too limpid to actually manifest themselves as a strong feeling. They are a quiet nagging that unsettles but never actually identifies themselves or associates themselves with a feeling or an event, so they never are clear or shaped. They are neither hot nor cold – but lukewarm.
And then just as easily as they seeped in, they evaporate.
Sun on fog.
Just Sayin' 
The blues as unidentifiable distraction. Yes.