So there I was in the country. Verdant. Lush. Green.
Pea green. Seaweed green. Lime green. Moss.
And then the wind changed. I became wreathed in mist. Moist on my skin.
Cows loomed out of nowhere. The ping of bell birds punctuated the silence.
On a rise I stopped to gaze out. I felt I was flying.
I think I was in love.