imaginary outfit: a little green

It is the moment of fluorescent color. It normalizes all too soon - our expectations reset to different intensities and green and yellow won't jar the eye quite the same way, won't feel so close to revelation.

I enjoy this little moment of shock, the way the highlighter-smeared trees and shrubs glow against grey skies and black branches. The hundred shades of newest green, branches jagged with buds like a zipper's teeth. The intense potential of growth.

For me, change is an uncomfortable state. It's rarely free and uncontrolled. I grow to fit a form, to be pruned into a shape. I wish I could grow like a plant, inevitable and wild, nerveless and determined.