Blue Patina

My first car was a VW bug. A used 1963, perfect condition, pale blue with a big sun roof. How I loved it. Once I drove it on the beach and got stuck in the sand; had to let a lot of air out of the tires to get enough traction to get unstuck. Another time, on a dark winter's night like tonight, I stopped behind someone making a left turn. The guy behind rear ended me pushing my car into the one trying to turn. It smashed the car in like an accordion, but it didn't hurt me. Actually, it did hurt: my car was a total loss. I was bereft. I hardly ever see one the particular blue I had, but when I do, my heart aches.