I call Indigo the world’s most luxurious, most mysterious color – and even more so when riding on texture. I call textured Indigo Isaiah’s waters covering the sea. And she walked in on twin suede shoes cut from the cloth of night; even the fabric twist across the toe was but the demise of a star - its last breath exhaled like stardust wings beating in space. Does she know that she wears the foreshadowing of the Author? I am reminded that I breathe in the universe. Twist. I breathe out.