13 June 2012
Bright with an idea we collected the blossom, hydrangeas providing an unknowing sacrifice, small flowers torn apart, scattered in a plastic tub filled with water.
We ran for the lawn, took turns to throw the blossom-water up towards the cloudless sky. Each time a clear arc was seen for just a moment.
We had the joy of children, pleased with only a little, It was November time and these were our fireworks.
Blossoms • Opuss № I