It is said that when people are told they are going to die, they see things differently. That was certainly the case with me. I came out of the hospital and truly saw how beautiful the world was for the first time. How blue the sky, how green the grass. Everything looked more than real. To me, it still does. Hyper-real.
“…Ash green, fit for a queen…”
from an old poem that my Nan used to recite about the characteristics of burning different types of wood.