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The Basin, Year One Hundred Fourteen

The Appointment

A Buff Orpington rooster in a pale blush linen suit standing at the stone edge of the Tidal Basin beneath cascading cherry blossom branches, petals drifting through the air and floating on still water, soft overcast spring light

The trees were a gift, though from whom no longer mattered — only that they kept the appointment. He wore the linen suit because someone should, and because the petals, he had noticed, do not fall for an audience. They fall because it is time.

24 March 2026