I was noodling along, ignoring the loud traffic, ignoring the ugly machinery, ignoring about everything outside my own head, you probably know such moments, when a splash of fleeting red called my attention, urging me to back up, to turn my aging head, and there it was. One bud opening in a frame of buds soon to open.
I'll want to pass by here again soon, perhaps over the long weekend, to keep track of this progression. Someone needs to see it.
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