I just finished reading Marisa del los Santos' novel, Falling Together. She is my favorite current writer and I highly anticipated her latest work. It was just lovely. Even now, days later, I find myself musing over passages.
One of my favorite sentences: "Isn't it as though that rice field satisfies some little piece of your soul that's been waiting for that specific shade of green all your life, without your knowing it?" I love that idea of stumbling into amazement with something, of being startled by color in nature.
The description of green reminded me of some images I captured from a visit this past summer to Yosemite.