bougainvillea

there’s a bougainvillea bush that wraps around the bottom of one of the palm trees on my street. today it wasn’t quite in full bloom, perhaps it had a more serious, gentle aura to it. walking around my neighborhood (that i’ve now lived in for over three years, what feels like a long time for me), i see the colorful weeds bloom in the yard next door, the black cat duck underneath a car, the clouds shadow the palms a little differently, today, a kumquat tree i never noticed before… as i observe the seasons change, sometimes i think about how no one else will see this one moment ever again. as i take a photo of the sunset, if there are no other neighbors to be seen, it makes me feel something, that no one else is seeing the exact same thing as me.