ruffled opening...

...to the daffodil

appearing - rather trumpet like - as if to announce - its harkening to us - to be aware - on the lookout

personally, i was a bit - surprised to still see a few - daffodils hanging about - they appeared a little worse for wear - if i'm being honest - ragged around the edges - but who am i to complain - the bright yellow called to me - i responded - although it brought - with it stares from some - nearby people - why, i don't know - you'd have thought they'd never seen - someone with a camera before - but they actually stopped to gawk at me - bent over the little plants - trying to get the lighting - with the sun just right - they chose not to say - anything to me - simply stared - i chose not to say anything back - paying attention instead - to my daffs - yet internally - i found myself having a conversation - giggling at why they stood there - versus moving on - was i such a spectacle? then i hoped - i'd become a bright spot for them - you know - one of those things - they go home - tell the story about it - over dinner? the kind of thing - where it begins, "you won't believe what i saw today..." - because then - i imagined - at least for me, on their behalf - perhaps it would have made for...

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happy day.....