Happy daffodil.

O: “I love it when the seasons change.”

She and Jake open the doors on either side of the Esteem and bend to get in.

O: “…luckily they’re always changing.”

Happy daffodil.
On 13th near Jake’s place

Arms outstretched.

Branches are arms outstretched.  Their fingers shake and wriggle toward the sky.
This is when I close my eyes and listen: a gentle gusty wind weaves through a hundred naked trees.

North Seattle Community College
Seattle, WA
February 2010