Sunburst or Supernova

Every morning, I have been taking photographs of flowers. Usually in large clusters on the side of the road, in front of a cute townhouse with a porch swing. There was a sunflower today that looked like it was mid-exploding, like it was showing me the history of how it has grown. I wonder if, to these plants, their growing seems to take as long as ours, or if it's more like a sneeze, or a bolt of lightning. Maybe a bolt of lightning sees itself growing like the trees...

From Grandview, it feels less like I am communing with the growth and path of these trees, less like I am speaking to their souls. The view is not of tiny lives intertwining, forming communities and breathing the air. No, it is like being in a plane, like being suspended above the world. Perhaps like crossing over. I am watching the world, people like me have turned into tiny speckles of flowers, decorating the sidewalks of the city that is just beyond my reach.