25.2.18 Last of the Valentine's flowers
I sat for a long while today, very still in the silence trying to get my head together, and when thoughts finally stopped, I realised I could hear something. It was the dry crackle of a daffodil bud in its vase slowly plumping itself to open, pushing against its paper casing to split it, ready to unfurl. Minutes would go by and then I'd hear it again, the faintest rustle, little by little, push by push, until it grew still again, spent. I could almost feel its eagerness, how much is wrapped up in each bud, how tight and full they must feel, and I thought, I know that feeling.
I can now say I've been so quiet, I've heard a daffodil undress.
I needed yesterday's photo today and today's photo yesterday. Isn't that funny.