Delicate | Rage | Superfluous | Dank | Bifurcation | Green
Bifurcation
A nature walk becomes a torrent of lust
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What’s the word? You know, the one that means green but is fancier. Maybe it’s not required to find my Roget’s this early in the morning, but I want to write an ode to you — to us.
Verdant?
Aquamarine?
Virescent?
See, those are fancier and seem more apt to describe what it was like as we walked down the path, the verdant foliage encroachingon the walkway as we stepped further into the virescent forest.
The rain was delicate at first, like a mist rising from the dank undergrowth, rich with the scent of the loam, of the earth, the dirt, and the decay of the canopy of leaves rotting on the…