Visualize this:

a bright clear morning, blue skies with high clouds, a light fresh wind, & the sun beginning to show the first warmth of spring

a crowd of golden daffodils standing crisply at attention against a fence

the fence itself painted black, its iron bars mimicking the tall straight posture of the flowers

I was stopped at a traffic light—but not for long enough. wry grin.

Not sure why I didn’t post this back in the spring; I found my notes today while cleaning up paperwork, so I’ve gone ahead & written it up now.