Green

 

 

  I have missed it: the color green. Winters in Texas are gray and brown and blue. There is a little green, but it is faded. The remainder of summer's glory. I miss the life-filled green of spring. The green you roll around in and find on the knees of your jeans. The vibrant green that fill your eyes with its beauty but does not wound them with brilliance. Lush and exciting; the green that draws you on an adventure and also puts you to sleep.
  It is still blue and gray and brown here. The naked branches of trees grate against each other but there is no rustle of life between them. Spring is coming though. It pervades the air, borne on the back of the wind. This morning I pulled it deeply into my lungs and felt it in the sun on my skin. The trees are still gray, the grass is still brown, but spring is coming. The breath of the sea is blowing winter away, the new life of spring is coming.