By: Amanda Butler – Online Editor
Does anyone notice the morning color of green on the palm fronds? The color that seems to yawn and celebrate the season within the grass. Does anyone notice the different hues in the blues of Ms. Jovita? On windy days, she seems to aspire to be an ocean. Sometimes, she becomes a murky gray, like a cranky college student with a paper due the next morning and has only written two sentences.
