Dearest Spring, I love you. The way you move when the wind blows makes my heart pound. The wind blows you closer to me, closer to my heart.
It was windy today. It was five o’clock, and the sun was beaming with joy. The dogwood petals were translucent and outstanding. The sunlight gave the flowers drama and presence. The flowers swung back and forth like sheets hanging outdoors on a clothesline. I rushed into the house to get my digital Nikon camera and lenses.
I decided to photograph a wilting orange tulip. A tulip that looked as if it was going to take flight.