A day for the taking

An elderly neighbour says he is "as good as can be expected in the circumstances."

That's not nothing.

The sunshine is finely tuned to just the right frequency, hovering between static and song. I don't have to strip off, the breeze does an expert job filtering away excess heat and regulating the temperature without adjustment.

Flowers get noticed on days like these because their fragile lives are about to get brittle.

He opens buttons. He sticks a flower in the shirt and the stem rests against his hot skin. He suggests we take the flower home and put it in water so he can wear it again tomorrow.

Just like this day. I take it home and save it for later.

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