Pink Noise

A Black Copper Marans rooster in a cream linen blazer over a pale blue chambray shirt walking alone down a gravel path beneath a canopy of cherry blossom trees in full bloom, pink petals drifting around him in golden afternoon light

The Grove, After Hours

They told him the peak was Wednesday. He arrived Thursday — punctuality, in his experience, being a form of agreement he preferred not to offer. The petals, at least, had the courtesy to fall without commentary.

2 April 2026