How the voice of the world speaks, and humans aren't the primary audience. How Spring beauty opens, unfurls, submits to the passage of time. How reckless and eager the new growth.
Most years, the redbud blooms and fades, then the cherry, then the dogwood. This year they're all blooming at once. The year of all at once.
Carry it all breath by breath.
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