I looked into the mirror today and noticed that I had a green mustache. A barley and herb stomach tonic green mustache. Not kool-aid or chocolate milk or anything I’ve ever experienced. It was a deep lush earth green; on my top lip. I felt that I had arrived. Where? I don’t know yet; but I like this place. Carried here by a liquid that in the past I would’ve had to plug my nose to drink. Today I relished it. My mustache reminded me of the stains I acquired as a child playing in the grass clippings on a Saturday morning. The smell of grass and gasoline and oil and my Dad’s sweat as he pushed the mower and raked the clippings. It’s amazing how many types of memories can be conjured by such a small thing as a green mustache.