Look at the way the waves slap against the shore, gentle, unyielding. They carve at the rock, leaving holes and cracks and broken chunks everywhere

For the first time in a long time,

I went for a long walk outside today,

And it got me thinking about the colour green.

A happy clattering greets an open door, 
Hurried, pattering nails click on the linoleum floor;   
Around the corner emerges a hurtling missile, 
A familiar fur coat, instantly visible.