Rare things

Trillium, Bird Park, PA. Spring 2012. Photo by Katy Buchanan

I spend a great deal of time with my head in the clouds; daydreaming, engaging in made-up conversations, talking to myself.
It's a wonder my face is not close personal friends with every utility pole out there. Which is not to say I haven't accidentally kissed a few. That's OK. Means I made someone (or several someones) split their collective guts.
If my head is not floating, it is hanging; my gaze fixed on the peculiar delights of the American sidewalk. But we won't go into too much detail here. Suffice it to say black, Rorshach wads of discarded gum are the loveliest things you'll see down there.
Here is something nice I've seen recently. It's a trillium.
And I didn't even bump into anything.