even though the sky is a soft expanse of undifferentiated grey,
and a steady drizzle is creating an illusion of nearly invisible lines,
shifting and sliding
with the slightest breeze.
And then there's the green.
The type of green that only appears in Spring.
The virgin green.
It is seen in the plants,
the trees,
and the grass.
This is the green we mourn in Autumn,
and can't wait to see again
when the whiteness of Winter
swallows our feet.
This is the green we recall at the peak of Summer,
as the Sun bleaches,
and burns,
and browns,
all that it touches.
This is God green.
And I am an ant on a leaf in the rain…
About
Weather and the world outside my window; another "mood of the day" piece.
A true story, except the part about being an ant. (Although, aren't there days when we all feel like an ant on a leaf in the rain?)
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