She looks for me.
She waits.
Pitiful as possible.
Some things I see only if I'm looking, and then only at the right time. These flowers open only at night, and in morning are already beginning to close.
By midday, tight.
With scary looking seed pods.
The ancient apple tree. ("...don't care 'bout spots on my apples, leave me the birds and the bees..." remember that song? this tree reminds me of that)
I always know where I can find love, devotion,
and hate. It's a princess-cat-I-used-to-be-a-stray-now-I'm-grumpy-leave-me-alone kind of thing.
But what I've turned to daily this summer has been the music.
A definite favorite.
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