You focused hard on the blade.  Its green changing in the light as it whirled around the distant Sun.  Its beauty at once feeling eternal and ephemeral.  Your heart choosing the eternal, but your eyes seeing the shift and dance towards decay, choosing ephemeral.  A wave of gloom washed over you.  Time, the ever giving and ever taking away cruel fucker.
“You’ve hardly touched your champagne, Darling” she said, “are you ok?”
“The greenness of that blade of grass is breaking my heart”.
With that out came the champagne, spat out of her mouth in laughter.
“Well, thank God you had that cotton suit made up” she chuckled.
Glancing down at your sleeve you saw she was right.  A deliciously bright, fresh and textured green, woven by Brisbane Moss of Lancashire, England.  Relaxed, fun and sharp all at once.  Tailored to perfection by the crew at Beggars Run.
Thank God indeed, you thought, sipping at your fizzy French wine.

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