The Grove, After Hours

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

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

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