Process: The onset of Spring


This April, at the end of a particularly busy week where my senses were immune to anything beyond work, when I drove out of town it was as if an invisible hand had painted everything green the previous night. The last time I noticed the trees were still stick-like: bare, thin, brown. Now, all of a sudden, this intense greenery.

A phrase came to mind, and stuck: the invasion of chlorophyll. Yes, that’s what it would seem like to an alien visiting this part of the planet: an invasion, by a mysterious substance, of every inch of space in a matter of weeks. Would they understand it? I haven’t, after all these years of experiencing this magical transformation.

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