The Story of Indigo
We were walking to the jeepney stop yesterday afternoon when Ara told me how indigo came to color the dusk sky.
She was looking up at the sky when she said that - a sky that was awash with the most wonderful shade of indigo. So amidst the slowly creeping night, walking companionably under the acacia (or is it narra?) trees that rise up and grace the Academic Oval, she began her tale.
"Don't you ever wonder why we only see the color indigo during this time of the day?" she began, pointing at the sky.
I laughed and said some silly comment about flowers being colored indigo, too.
She gave me a half-amused, half-level look and said, "The shade of those flowers isn't indigo, it's lavender! Or violet."
I gave up arguing and the story unfolded.
Once upon a time, when the world was young, St. Peter called on the Angels to color the world.
He was operating some kind of machine to send them out on clouds. Angel Yellow went first on his cloud, then Angel Blue on his cloud, then Angel Red on his... and so on until there were only three angels left.
At that time, the machine St. Peter was using started to sputter and malfunction. Angel Indigo offered to help out and sent the other two angels ahead of him. The two angels got on their clouds and left. Unfortunately, when Angel Indigo's turn came, the machine conked out entirely.
So while the rest of the angels colored the world, Angel Indigo and St. Peter were left in heaven hastily trying to fix the machine.
Dawn turned to morning. Morning turned to noon. Still the machine was not fixed. Noon soon turned to the approaching dusk.
St. Peter tried to console Angel Indigo. Meanwhile, back in Earth, the other angels had just noticed that Indigo was not among them. By that time, most of Earth had already been colored so not much was left for Indigo. The angels looked up at the sky and realized that the sky, during that particular time (dusk) had yet to be colored. So they left it for Indigo.
It so happened that St. Peter and Angel Indigo finally managed to fix the machine and the Angel was able to descend. With the sky left to him, he colored the dusk indigo.
...
By the time Ara finished with her story, the sky was mostly a velvety satin studded with stars. She smiled at me and we went on our way.
She was looking up at the sky when she said that - a sky that was awash with the most wonderful shade of indigo. So amidst the slowly creeping night, walking companionably under the acacia (or is it narra?) trees that rise up and grace the Academic Oval, she began her tale.
"Don't you ever wonder why we only see the color indigo during this time of the day?" she began, pointing at the sky.
I laughed and said some silly comment about flowers being colored indigo, too.
She gave me a half-amused, half-level look and said, "The shade of those flowers isn't indigo, it's lavender! Or violet."
I gave up arguing and the story unfolded.
Once upon a time, when the world was young, St. Peter called on the Angels to color the world.
He was operating some kind of machine to send them out on clouds. Angel Yellow went first on his cloud, then Angel Blue on his cloud, then Angel Red on his... and so on until there were only three angels left.
At that time, the machine St. Peter was using started to sputter and malfunction. Angel Indigo offered to help out and sent the other two angels ahead of him. The two angels got on their clouds and left. Unfortunately, when Angel Indigo's turn came, the machine conked out entirely.
So while the rest of the angels colored the world, Angel Indigo and St. Peter were left in heaven hastily trying to fix the machine.
Dawn turned to morning. Morning turned to noon. Still the machine was not fixed. Noon soon turned to the approaching dusk.
St. Peter tried to console Angel Indigo. Meanwhile, back in Earth, the other angels had just noticed that Indigo was not among them. By that time, most of Earth had already been colored so not much was left for Indigo. The angels looked up at the sky and realized that the sky, during that particular time (dusk) had yet to be colored. So they left it for Indigo.
It so happened that St. Peter and Angel Indigo finally managed to fix the machine and the Angel was able to descend. With the sky left to him, he colored the dusk indigo.
...
By the time Ara finished with her story, the sky was mostly a velvety satin studded with stars. She smiled at me and we went on our way.