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.