How far? Green-far. Emerald carpets everywhere …smooth like blankets spread out to dry. Green taking up most of the sky … the white trunk of the birch tree tinted with a green hue from its neighbors – moss, grass, hedge, elm, pine, oak, maple. 
Even I am slightly green this morning, sitting in this green plastic lawn chair … the breeze carrying my Tucson memories to some bird’s nest … a pod cast of the Santa Catalina Mountains, prickly pear, saguaro. 
Lime-green songs … East Coast bird symphonies flowing continuously over me like a stream over pebbles. Memories of the Gamble Quail and Cactus Wren caught in my mind’s cobwebs, bounce in the wind.
I am soothed by green like a balm on a desert burn. Cooled and lengthened somehow. Gifted with a glass of leaf-green to quench my dust-brown thirst.
The breeze is green, soft and smooth against my white bones. Green goddess, green malt, green valley, green sky, lake, rock, cornfield. So far from Tucson.
