“I’m seeing fields of green everywhere I look”
“I’m seeing fields of green everywhere I look” As the owner of a pair of green eyes, I have always felt a bizarre type of ownership over the colour green. As just one of 2% of the population with green eyes, I have an unreasonable pride at my genetic lottery win. My eye colour, often commented on, feels special – like glittering emeralds in a sea of azure blues and chocolatey browns. People mention them and I feel the puff of pride, ignoring the reality that my green eyes are the consequence of a combination of up to 16 different genes coming together that I had no part in choosing. Yet my misplaced pride is only compounded by a very strange incident when I witnessed a man being knocked off…