green

The sky is green tonight and the color shimmies between our French windows and strikes up a nice background for the spider plant that my mother gave me a month ago, the one she grew from a bud my great grandmother gave her before she died. I like to think she brought it from Scotland. Green is everywhere. Though it feels expansive tonight - melancholy. I’m drinking a Chilean wine and perhaps it, instead is the catalyst to melancholy on a night like tonight.