she buys a bouquet every week.
last week the blossoms caught on fire but how that happened we will keep shushed.
on the calendar and outside the door, spring has arrived. even if you wake too early, the birds will be a step ahead, already singing the day over the horizon; come early evening and the crickets announce the night. i'd thought it would be winter forever.
photo: texture by kim klassen, mixed with a lot of me and photoshop.
inspired by the broken camera.