Petals

The afternoon was cloudy but not cold. I stood by the river and watched a patch of weak silver sunlight on the dark grey water. It almost, but not quite, touched the darker grey reflection of the Cira building.

Near the Four Seasons, the air was full of little white petals. I liked the idea of them landing in my hair and staying there.

Yesterday the same kind of petals swirled in a corner, against the dark rose color of the Verizon building.