It is Tuesday! Time for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Challenge. Letter this week is G and I thought that I’d share the blessed Greens I see on my campus everyday. Reposting for Ailsa (of Where’s My Backpack)’s Travel Theme: Green.
Greens Around Campus
I am fortunate that I live on campus, and so my workplace is around 15 minutes away on foot. While I do long for the reddish glow that autumn brings and the chill of snow during winter and the dandelions during spring, I know that romancing the sun the whole year long is a gift. I admit that I occasionally complain of Singapore’s humidity, but the glorious rains afterwards more than make up for it. The cool and gentle breeze during early night-time – around dusk as the sun is about to set – the smell of greens around me – make me feel alive, the wind whistling in the marrow of my bones, reciting poetry, whispering secrets, singing love songs.
And so for those of you who may be experiencing unrelenting cold, dreary and overcast skies, here is a taste of summer – a drop of green as you wake up in the cold. Clothe yourself with these greens. I send you blue skies, the smell of rain, and the grass feasting on your naked feet.
Here are a few photographs of the greens around my campus, Nanyang Technological University Singapore.
“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
― E.E. Cummings
“And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.” – Hafiz
“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning. ”
― Pablo Neruda
“What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.”
― Pablo Neruda
“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay