The colors outside these days are simply breathtaking. Twice I have gone out to take pictures of my garden and lawns, and the only thing that is stopping me from doing it again now is an uncharged camera battery.
The greens are so fresh, the freshest I have ever seen them. Standing among that vegetation, it is easy to forget the grays and the browns and the beiges, the dust and the heat and the haze that exists outside the four walls of my house’s boundaries. I am in love with the greenery. Green is currently my favorite color, or rather, my range of favorite colors. For there are hundreds of shades of green, fresh and bright and dark and dull and shiny and yellowed and tinted – hundreds of shades in a single tree, on a single plant, in a single leaf. Hundreds of shades and shapes interspersed with the lone bright red or pink or white blossom, solitary flowers here and there poking out quietly from within the explosion of freshness-mint-green.
This morning it rained while I was sleeping and the smooth floors were dry by the time I had woken up and gone out. But the neat forest was alive and clean and washed, bursting with life and color and rippling under the cold breeze. No sunlight, no sparkling, but still alive, still bursting. I feasted my eyes on the beauty of it all, taking careful controlled breaths into my lungs and testing the air to see if it agreed with me. I felt washed, I felt alive. I felt beautiful. I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to breathe as deeply as I could, tempted as I was to run into the thick green grassy carpet with my arms wide open, run against the wind and feel it pull and push me, I just stood quietly and wondered. Smiled. Glad to live a moment in my garden early enough, as yet untainted by the dust carelessly scattered on the wind by the careless and the unfeeling. Glad.
The greens are so fresh, the freshest I have ever seen them. Standing among that vegetation, it is easy to forget the grays and the browns and the beiges, the dust and the heat and the haze that exists outside the four walls of my house’s boundaries. I am in love with the greenery. Green is currently my favorite color, or rather, my range of favorite colors. For there are hundreds of shades of green, fresh and bright and dark and dull and shiny and yellowed and tinted – hundreds of shades in a single tree, on a single plant, in a single leaf. Hundreds of shades and shapes interspersed with the lone bright red or pink or white blossom, solitary flowers here and there poking out quietly from within the explosion of freshness-mint-green.
This morning it rained while I was sleeping and the smooth floors were dry by the time I had woken up and gone out. But the neat forest was alive and clean and washed, bursting with life and color and rippling under the cold breeze. No sunlight, no sparkling, but still alive, still bursting. I feasted my eyes on the beauty of it all, taking careful controlled breaths into my lungs and testing the air to see if it agreed with me. I felt washed, I felt alive. I felt beautiful. I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to breathe as deeply as I could, tempted as I was to run into the thick green grassy carpet with my arms wide open, run against the wind and feel it pull and push me, I just stood quietly and wondered. Smiled. Glad to live a moment in my garden early enough, as yet untainted by the dust carelessly scattered on the wind by the careless and the unfeeling. Glad.
eeeeee picture! :)
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