So I thought about the green and the trip down Brighton to River Rd. I was warm and not prepared. I was coming from the dark and angular into to warm bright green tunnel that is our world here that we forget . As we forget the infinite range of shifts of shades of green , all of them , and the haze of one tree into another in soft round clouds of deep and light and hazes of green . All of it alive as you left it. Waving gently in a breeze that set your tunnel road moving and the light on every stretch just a split wavelength of subtle green , so many of them, never to have seen so many before. Where had I been looking for all those years? To never have seen this, every inch for all of us, every day and every minute a new world. I liked it.
When I ran , before , I ran through trees. I smelled them , breathed their oxygen. I put their leaves on my face, I crushed them to smell the small change from one to another. If there was no other gift for waiting, for staying alive when I didn't remember why I should, this was here now, as if it had been waiting , for one more small mammal. I fell into them all the way home. They surround me now.
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