if green is soothing, is it because of our herbivorous past? i can still feell the "hunter gatherer" pull in my life to rejoice in spring and 'hibernate' in the winter. when its cold and snowy i have a terrible time getting out of bed, i can wake up momentarily, but i wont fully wake till i get out of bed. so long as there isnt cold/ snow i can wake up and hang out in bed untill i want to be up and be just fine getting out of bed when ever. but as soon as that first flake caresses the air i just want to sleep until the sent of crocus wakes me in the spring. its not depression, so its not seasonal depressive disorder (i know people who have that so i KNOW i dont)
same story in the spring, as soon as the dead looking brambles start waking up and just before they pull that thin green vial over them selves about a week before the crocus come up i feel massively alive, impossibly powerful, overly energetic, and with a drive to live life to its fullest.
taking those to yearly experiences into account i would hypothesis that green is soothing because of our hunter gatherer past, or maybe even something further back.
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