Light falls. A sea of green, translucent leaves soak in the yellow beams of sun life. An unseen churning, mysteriously stores this truth for future sustenance. It is wondrous to think that our everyday food is light mixed with water and few trace minerals from the soil. When eating this light we stand removed from the wonder of it, but sometimes, if we stand in the sun on a cold day, we can feel the wish to be green, to soak in the warmth upon our skin and be fed … longing to sway in the breeze and feast on truth, without having to devour those at peace.