Incongruous

A second day of spring sunshine, the wind is wild and balmy

Wispy clouds sweep across the pale blue sky 

Bright green shoots in the garden

The heads of white blossoms newly open hang on delicate necks bobbing in the breeze

The phone rings

Half an hour ago you went on ahead

The sun shines and the wind blows and the little white heads bob up and down on those impossibly delicate necks.

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