"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Friday, July 19, 2024
Shades of Green
How many shades of green do I see in a day at the beach. There is the dark forest of the mangrove, its roots in water, clustered in wet spots along the road.
There is the purplish-green of the sea grape, its leaves catching light, making tunnels of shade as I exit the strand.
There is the striated green of the palmetto, wagging in the wind.
And sometimes, in the morning, there is the green of the sea.