Squirrel looking where he buried breakfast this morning. .
. . .ah he found it. . . shadows of trees.
Courtyard flowering bushes. . .
. . .deep pinks.
Sunshine glimmering off the trees.
Backyard brick barbeque.
Someone lost their Blue/Black feather.
Sun shining of tree under cloudless sky.
Different statues in the courtyards.
It only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.