Grass is greener: pastures deferred

Grass is Greener: Pastures Deferred

I take a toke. I stare into the thick dark of my backyard. I expel the smoke against the breeze, helping my eyes to get used to the darkness of the moonless night. The outlines of trees, the compositional sketch of my backyard, at first fuzzy, slowly begin to match the mental picture forged in…