
At least, I think it is. New. Aren’t those clusters of not-yet-blossoms unusual? The flowers don’t droop, but the buds do. As if they gain strength from their own blooming. Perhaps that’s often true — coming into your own makes you more-so. It’s a culmination, a gathering, a reconsideration, a fearless acceptance of essence. Well, if not fearless, a this-is-it, despite the risks.
This-is-it.
Love the photo and the thought.