Verdigris Anna Zworykina

A sluggish, stale afternoon. The rain has washed away any energy. Not a rain that brings life, that scents the air and sweeps away only the trivial. A cowardly rain that does not speak, but has washed the contours of existence into a pale outline of lethargy. On such an afternoon, our dear protagonist finds himself, portrayed more positively out of sympathy for himself than dancing in an unsympathetic manner, trapped. As he, melancholic and resigned, wishes to bid farewell to the day with the fifth chime of the bell, a small branch, broken from a nearby tree, jolts him from his half-sleep. He opens the window, and a young green sprout jumps in. The young green sprout, seemingly an escaped Numro from Nimrod, excitedly rushes through the room, enchanting our protagonist with its forest magic, and pulls him into another world. The house and the streets disappear into the mists that escape the leaden ground after the downright unexciting rain. The lethargic wetness gives way to lush grass and softly glowing chamomile, and Numro and I roll through damp lavender, which the cozy humidity has taken the dry herbaceousness from. We lie on our backs, looking up at the sky, and see the agruminal aura of the gentle sun flashing through the clouds, while aromatic droplets from the sage's garment trickle into our mouths. As we continue to tumble down the meadow, the grasses become stronger and more robust, less caressed by the stems of flowers than interrupted by the trunks of mossy trees. When we crash against the trunks with hollow heads, they burst open and release a torrent of golden, sweet resins that flow into our bodies like an electrifying current, and the invigorating richness of the ethers galbanizes our skin. The trunks have also taken some scratches, and we scramble up, only to sink back into the soft green bed of the forest, falling asleep with tangled limbs in the smoky mist of the twilight forest. Our lovable protagonist will surely wake up happy the next morning, even if his friend Numro was just a product of foreign fantasies, and indulge in coffee, beautiful comment replies, verdigris, and other chemicals for breakfast.

With heartfelt thanks to Susan for the relaxing abduction. My first encounter with a thoroughly green scent, and it will not be the last - magnificent.

Please understand the comment more as an inspired compliment and not as imitation. Therefore, reading the first comment on Verdigris is recommended!