February 24th – And nature, she kept trying thought out the end of my journey.
Outside the place I was supposed to be an hour previously, this single yellow solitary soldier was the first of it’s cohort to wake from spring on the bank opposite the bike shed.
I felt proud and pleased for it, it’s comrades still in bud.
It made me much, much happier.
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