before school i went to the shop with my friend and she bought polos and gave me one. we got to a a road whose name we couldn't pronounce where a right turn would take us to school (we were less than 5 minutes away), but i spontaneously suggested that we turn left and walk around for a while. i had never been in that area before but it seemed pretty and school was the last place i wanted to be. this friend is the best person to go on a mini adventure with and talk to. i remember when it snowed lightly a few months ago we'd lie in the school playground and look up at the sky making snow angels and talking about life, then go on a skate up and down and everywhere. on this walk today we noticed all that we could:: 3 cats (the first was black and scary and crept about, the second was black too with literal limes for eyes and it stared a lot, the third was chubby and a dirty white but we didn't see its face), a bright red postbox, flowers hanging in baskets, people's cute gardens with fresh cut grass and deep purple tulips as dark as dried blood, tiny trees next to tinier trees, fake butterflies and patterned stickers on bins, bunting and ornaments hanging in latticed windows, dirty vintage cars and caravans and carved gates and painted garden doors and garage doors, the distant sound of a church bell, dead and dying and blooming flowers, interesting door knockers and doors and bricks (there was a house with a red layer then a cream layer then a brown layer like an ice lolly), a large house made into a nursery where ribbons hung from a short tree, a very cool man riding an expensive-looking, very cool motorbike and so many amazing things that i wish i could remember and i wish i could've filmed and photographed but it would've been distracting. i won't remember every detail of this walk for a long time but i'll remember that i felt really enchanted by the quiet of the morning and i had a good time with my friend and i wasn't aware of the time so i didn't feel rushed. we walked for about 40 minutes. i found 2 flowers on the ground (the same kind - one dead, one alive) then held them in my bare hands even though my fingers were freezing off and i kept them with me most of the day. the petals mostly fell off and now they're crushed in the bottom of my school bag, along with the bunch of now-dead blossoms i picked from a tree and wore in my hair.
a garden of such beauty that the flowers seem to grin
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