Grass

Last night I dreamed about grass. I was walking through nicely trimmed grass. About half of the grass was of a variety that was part green and part black (I have a small tuft of something like this in front of my place), and the other half was either blue or green, depending on the breeze and the angle you looked at it with. The two types of grasses were arranged in patterns, blowing back and forth in the wind. It was peaceful.