|I took a dozen closeups of the crocuses but they were all wrong. Giving up I stepped outside the fence, leaving them to their sunny hill, but leaving, took one last picture from the other side of the fence, through the leafless briar. Perfect.
I’m too used to interpretation and walk away worrying that I live my life like that as well, only able to appreciate joy and beauty if carefully separated from it.
It’s just a photo.
I want to lie in fields of crocuses, bask in the sun, not walk past politely staying on the other side of the fence. Leap. Dare.