A documentation of spring's fleeting mistress. She's the one that hides under the tree bows and in the shadows of our buildings. She creeps along and hugs the leaves of all the other ground-dwellers.
I guess you might think she's shy — but don't be fooled
She works hard to smell like heaven. It takes a lot out of her too; she can only keep it going for so long... and then poof. Back to the shadows, back to the corners, back to sleep for another year.
So best to document her before she disappears. What if she never came back?
Certainties... best not to question them.