3 July 2026 – It’s the motion that first catches my attention.

Not what is moving; just the fact of motion. Then I register what is moving. Lots of little white tags, dancing with the breeze that flutters through the branches of this tree.

Odd how one’s attention moves through stages, refining focus.

Next, I register the tree trunk, with its arc of red & white letters.

Finally, I tip back my head and start a flutter-dance of my own, reading tags.

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and also…

Ditto to that!