This specific shade of yellow-green (or green-yellow depending on who you ask). It’s so bright it might as well blind me. My mom and I used to argue all the time about whether a car was yellow or green. To her (and most people), it was yellow but to me it was always green. Chartreuse is both and neither at the same time. My mom’s favorite color was yellow and mine used to be green. After she died, Chartreuse became my favorite color. It is a little bit of both, a little of bit of her and I together. Some days, it’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.