My name is Sydney. My name is the color blue with purple hues. A specific color so unique, but common to the eye. It is an intense name with silky accents. It comes from Old English elements meaning extensive and wide. It also means island in a river or riverside meadow. 

When I close my eyes, I can smell the brisk air and the fleshly grown flowers surrounding the fresh water river. The warm sun breaking through the few clouds that cover the atmosphere. The sound of clean water breaking on the rocks through the river sounds like music made by nature. The powerful stream is underestimating. The sweet soft grass disguises the power. Sydney is a flowing river. 

I never called myself Sydney. I could feel the way I was different. Not by personality, but what my name gave me. It gave me beauty and emotion. The beauty of the sun glistening on the moving water of a river and still water of the ocean. Emotion given to me by the changing depths of the vast sea. To everyone else I am Sydney. To myself Sydney is only letters used for legal papers. Never written as a label, but always felt as an emotion.

My name is like the water of the ocean. It varies in color and moods. It is strong, powerful, and deep. It compliments the shallow sandbars off of beautiful islands. Sydney is the ocean. Big and unexplored holding many secrets while maintaining the happiness of many others. I can feel the cool breeze on my face the warm soft sand covering my feet as I walk towards the water. The sun is beaming down and glistens the water ahead of me. I can feel my name in the Ocean. 

I see the sea and rivers as me. Changing every moment. I am vast like the oceans across the planet and simple and quiet like small creeks in meadows. Hues of blue constantly adjusting to the mood of the water. Calm but large capabilities. I am the ever changing beauty of the sea.

My name isn’t a person, it is a feeling. Deeper than letters. The soft cursive letters when written complete the comforting effects of this name. My name with always be Sydney and I’ve fallen in love with it. I didn’t fall in love with the individual letters, but with the sense of more.