Noticing

When I thought about what to shoot today for my little experiment in images and words, I noticed the lone fallen carnation bud beside this jar of flowers. It felt right, felt like there was a poem in it and though I'm not in poem writing space these days, I am in noticing space.

Noticing how comforting it is to have the dogs curled up into furry full stops pressed up against my spine at night. Noticing how pissed off I get when I look outside at supposed spring. Noticing the bee hive inside my head, the buzzing thoughts, the divergent desires whiz banging up against honey comb of my gray matter.

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