010. Risk & Song.

On staying, singing, and ordinary days.

A thousand white tulips, guided by the sun. Fingertips dragged across petal and petal, until the dying breed of bee thought of me.

I’ve circled this day before. Only now, breathing in past harsh winter, it has uncertain taste.
My decision to remain, if it was my decision, is eased by days like today. The woodlands and I are one, even the Mistle Thrush s…