Description
Indigo grew up by a harbor where sea and sky blurred together at dusk. He learned to read the tides by watching the blue fade to near-gray before the first stars appeared, discovering that the dark shade wasn’t sadness but a promise of depth. As a teenager he collected salt-soaked bits of rope and scraps of old canvas; in every fiber he saw the beginnings of journeys that started after the light had gone.
As an adult he captained small tugboats and, amid quiet maneuvers, learned that courage rarely arrives with fanfare. Indigo speaks little, yet his presence invites you to look deeper: he brings to mind the steady hush of the swell and the trust you feel stepping into water, knowing the seabed will meet each stride. He offers no glare—he offers a horizon. His muted blue reminds us that even in twilight there is always space to move forward, unhurried and unafraid.
