Like sun-filled trees, like the lights on a long drive home, like the parrots that shriek against the sky by the bay as you walk to the train. Like hearing what you've waited years for. Like being able to ignore opinions that wait to lunge down your throat. Like knowing that you are, that you can. Like being able, just for a day, to be anything you want to be, and anything is everything that you wanted and you can, in fact, have it all.
Like knowing that the earth you toiled and worried and broke your heart over and hoped, hoped beyond hoping that it existed is now. Like having all the answers, and all the answers are yes.
Some days can be like this. And I hold their glistening hearts against my own as a reminder that green gives way to fruition, all warmth and effort congealed in some glorious unknown yet-to-be that I must trust will come. It must, with all this green.
