squash that

i stood at the train station, awash in the hum of resting giants. the wind licked my back and the sun beat down on my back, warming my head. i wondered if the idea of the color spectra was birthed from similar circumstances, when a man with black hair tried to figure why his head got so toasty. if it did happen to come about that way, how come said color-spectra-finder-outer took the initiative to figure that shit out? did he really dissect light beams into colors? roygbiv...he even got a cool, easy to remember pneumonic for his stupid discovery. and how come i -- with the same hair color and same meteorological muse -- instead just stand immobile, holding an 18-inch squash.

oh, the squash. i forgot about the squash. my sister had sent it home with me to give to our parents, a veritable "ha! look what i can do, ma!" to prove the color of her thumbs (read: green {red green?}) after an abysmal tomato crop. mom and dad have meanwhile dedicated a small patch of dirt in our backyard to a little vegetable garden, inciting a competition amongst the family. my parents pack their little 2-meter area with so many damn plants that none of them have room to grow, encroaching on top of each other, an arborous gentrification. the strawberries have to make room for the tomatoes, which are feeling the heat from the plums. nonetheless, they've put out a rather impressive harvest of tomatoes and oft ridicule lucy for her crappy vegetables, conveniently ignoring the sunlight that san francisco invariably misses out on.

sunlight....

that damned color spectra taunts me again!