An Ashly Mining Bee hovers, close to the tiny flowered ground.
Daylight
Pollen and Light
Less Than Two Hundredth of a Second
Spirited
Audacious
. . .
Although more distant objects are hazy as forms wash one against the other, when near I see pin-sharp, close and clear. My point in time, fast as the speckled light of flowers greet my eyes. For this smallest of moments I am here for you. Before the blink of an eye I will be gone.